The Lady Bathed in White (Rio Grande Suite)

The Lady Bathed In White has been published in All of Me Vol. I, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to The Lady Bathed in White by Richard Charles Stevens (Rio Grande Suite)

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We dance late into the night
As we have so many times
In so many different guises
Spread across so many lives
Oh how I would kindly die
Just to see her spirits rising
Dancing late into the night
With the lady bathed in white
.
Born from scattered ashes
Light emitted from her batted lashes
Plaited through the very weave of me
Inconceivably emphatic
As she dashes through the static hum enraptured making splashes in primeval seas
.
Kissing sunshine every time she breaches
Doing so precisely as she pleases
Free of will like honey bee
She sets a most becoming scene
Mastered in the art of taking broken hearts and fastening the pieces
.
We dance late into the night
As we have so many times
In so many different guises
Spread across so many lives
Oh how I would kindly die
Just to see her spirits rising
Dancing late into the night
With the lady bathed in white
.
We dance late into the night
As we have so many times
In so many different guises
Spread across so many lives
Oh how I would kindly die
Just to see her spirits rising
Dancing late into the night
With the lady bathed in white
.
She is famed across the land for the sleight of her hand
While her eyes cast invite to a chamber most grand
Sparkle bright with the diamonds she hides in plain sight
Cast aside in defiance the blight of the damned
.
Every night is the same
Every dance draws to close the same way
Every played masquerade
I am utterly slain
As I dress in decay
She bleeds light into shade
.
Should I never die again
Then I would never once have lived
Every dream would then encrypt
Frozen screams be set adrift
.
Should I never die again
Then I would never once have lived
Every dream would then encrypt
Frozen screams be set adrift
Waking life a charade
To deny the last kiss
.
We dance late into the night
As we have so many times
In so many different guises
Spread across so many lives
Oh how I would kindly die
Just to see her spirits rising
Dancing late into the night
With the lady bathed in white
.
We dance late into the night
As we have so many times
In so many different guises
Spread across so many lives
Oh how I would kindly die
Just to see her spirits rising
Dancing late into the night
With the lady bathed in white
.
There is blood upon the buds of her blushing rose hips
As my hands around her waist incline to tightening their grip
With the red sun undone
Harvest moon in eclipse
She leans in for embrace
I delight in her taste
I delight in her taste
I delight in her taste
I delight in
Delight in her taste
.
Endlessly she flows in most unique composed procession
My dreams are incomplete less they be steeped in her sweet essence
From the Island of the Blessèd
To Elysian fields
She runs barefoot through the meadow and enriches bitter yield
.
Butterfly upon her lips
Summer sky touching every finger tip
She pirouettes through each vignette
And lingers whence she drifts
She pirouettes through each vignette
And lingers whence she drifts
Lingers whence she drifts
Lingers whence she drifts
.
In pure white she is bathed
Hinting canvas yet to paint
While the glint in her crystalline gaze
Frames each glimpse of reminiscent serenade
I would give her the heart from its prised apart cage
Just to bathe in the whites of her eyes once again
.
Ravens eye it confides
Of my final resting place
Locked in timeless embrace
With the lady bathed in white
.
We dance late into the night
As we have so many times
In so many different guises
Spread across so many lives
Oh how I would kindly die
Just to see her spirits rising
Dancing late into the night
With the lady bathed in white
.
We dance late into the night
As we have so many times
In so many different guises
Spread across so many lives
Oh how I would kindly die
Just to see her spirits rising
Dancing late into the night
With the lady bathed in white
.
We dance late into the night
As we have so many times
In so many different guises
Spread across so many lives
Oh how I would kindly die
Just to see her spirits rising
Dancing late into the night
With the lady bathed in white
.
Ravens eye it confides
Of my final resting place
Locked in timeless embrace
With the lady bathed in white
.
Ravens eye it confides
Of my final resting place
Locked in timeless embrace
With the lady bathed in white
Locked in timeless embrace
With the lady bathed in white
Locked in timeless embrace
With the lady bathed in white
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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