A Ballad

I used to be terrified

of blank sheets of paper.

The kings and the queens,

the heroes and the unseen

did not exist

in my dimension.

There was only

nothingness

and words, at best,

were strangers.

I couldn't see the beauty

within the texture;

I couldn't smell the sweetness

of the ink...

the means to an end

and the rub on my mind.

So, I found a cloud

on which to float

who was disguised

as a song.

She sang of the stars

and of the shadows 

and of the snow.

She sang of the love

she could see 

far below.

She sang

with fiery fervor.

Her lightning burned

my wooden walls to the ground.

So, I promised her

a ballad.

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This, always: 

"Let's be strangers tonight. Let's talk in whispers and in sighs. We are calmly growing cold and tired of all the promises and lies." The New Frontiers Strangers

"And I spent my evenings pulling stars out of the sky and I'd arrange them on the lawn where I would lie and, in the wind, I'd taste the dreams of distant lives and I would dress myself up in them through the night..." Radical Face The Mute

"I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze with the innocence of a lamb. She was gentle like a fawn. I courted her proudly but now she is gone. Gone as the season she’s taken..." Bob Dylan Ballad in Plain D