Your face in the royal air
Beating on the sun,
Growing on the grass,
Filling up my eyes,
Falling through my mind.
And you sing sweetly to
My lucid soul.

I teach you how
To pull the sword clean
And you promise rings on my fingers,
Furs on my shoulders.
I tell you not to promise
So I won't see them broken,
Cloak in hand.

You take me so princely
And gallop away.
Your hands on my waist,
My eyes on your face.
You promise an ornate seat.
I don't want to see them broken,
Cloak in hand.

I awake and count 
Your majestic imperfections.
A thousand suns are you, today.
When the amethyst-faced king
Demands you return
You smile, take my hand,
And promise me the wind.