They were Giants
She sits sullen .. waiting for the men
who surround her.. whether one or two..
hands upon her shoulders .. spirits..
both are real ....only yet one.. is reality
The other is a perceptive vision of the past ..
where she knows.. she once was ..
and will always be
He who held her tight.. who caressed her
with the softest of touch..
who whispered the words..
that stood tall.. upon her mind
They were giants.. they were Royals
Now, her mind is refreshed... with the Love
so true .. weighted with stardust memories
of times once passed...
The future is now.. for she knows ..I am here..
she feels me at night ..
penetrating her Dreams..
kissing her with velvet lips
as she walks... in the warmth of the Sun gods..
and returns to me .. every night..
Written by Michael Montoya.. humble poet .. human being..
a spirit from the farthest reaches of the universe..