So Anyway My Lady

...So Anyway, My Lady

Say, did you ever hear
the story that brings a tear
about lover stars crossed
where all but love is lost?

And did we talk about
cute romantic doubt
missing from life's plot?
It's not missing, is it not?

My castle walls have fallen,
my armor has a few dents;
Love's honor's been callin',
my shield is fond portents...
A tale of love's adventure
will yield to no censure.

Verse and meanings in pen,
and our story as it's unfolding,
is not beyond our own ken.
Our understanding molding
all of our visions and hope
grows as we find ways to cope.

A white steed is fancier
but reality is much chancier
so we must insist on dreams.
When there's valor in schemes
the lark is also a quest.
Visions of happy health,
of more than adequate wealth,
are modern days maneuver...
dreaming being a real mover...
if one translates romance
into the everyday circumstance.

So often I feel onto production
that there's no mental reduction
because I put momentum elsewhere.
I put together all I will dare.

My book of codes and morals,
interspersed with my meanings,
floats like fish among corals
where lights off facets gleanings
symbolizes return to fables.

Imagery not reduced to labels
can remain alive and real.
Modern mythology has appeal.
If I could tell you of fighting
for causes that need righting
would you don scarf or black?
Only defend and never attack?

I am on a campaign, questing
for my own person I'm besting.
Are you my lady in waiting?
Another soul I am baiting,
or are we ourselves listening?
Your subtle brilliance, glistening,
allows my mind to recover.

You feel like my only lover.
I want to be the white knight
with morals and shining armor
so that for you I am right
either as banker, senator, farmer.
My mythos to vision is a light
and your love gives me might.

Not to fail the Grail sail I your wail.

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