The Kingdom from Socha by Lihla

There once was a King, whose kingdom was built on sand and dust.
She swept the escaping grains back into her kingdom every day,
scarcely daring to breathe lest it blow away.
The kingdom shifts and blows in the wind, but I sweep my borders clean each night.
Keep the skin tucked away in my drawers of yesterday.
Blow out the flames of her hair so that the ash won’t soil the pillow.
Cover her eyes with tender hands, and stroke the song silent in her throat.
Wash the memory of the horizon,
so she won’t ever wonder
Was it me? Was it you?

The silence is strength and time is slow under my vigilant gaze.
No more patterns, no more empty gestures.
The brittle twigs of the nest are entwined on itself.
Bathe in it, it will bring peace to a marching heartbeat.
Bathe in it, time will slow under the cloak of happiness.
The kingdom built on sand and dust is anchored in soul and moonlight.
No more waiting for the horizon,
to watch the dying light of glaciers and to wonder:
Was it me ? Was it you?

And I wrote it in sweat, and wrote in might,
so that it would be passed down as so till the ends of time.
Silence is power and time slow under my gaze.
The road rose to greet me and her footsteps echoed mine.
Scarcely daring to breathe
The smoke in my hand, enclosed in a tower of sand.
The kingdom built of man and dust is anchored in soul and moonlight.
No more gazing to the horizon,
to watch the dying light of glaciers and wonder,
Was it me ?
Was it someone else?
Was it me? Was it you ?

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