Innarenko

My dearest Prince Charming, have you lost your way?
The road that you took must've led you astray.

You missed a few turns, now your horse wants to drink.
"Was it this way or that way?" And you sit down to think.

Your throat is too dry and your leg has a cramp.
It's getting too dark, you've decided to camp.

The bonfire's blazing, you're feeling alright.
You'll continue your journey when you see the sunlight.

Many weeks have gone by and you're still in no hurry.
I've been waiting for you; now I'm starting to worry.

Did you fall off a cliff or drown in the lake?
Did you catch a disease or get bitten by a snake?

My love is still waiting, all gift-wrapped and ready.
It'll soon collect dust so come claim it already.

We have places to go, and people to see.
Oh how happy together we'll be, you and me.

Every day I'll wake up as the sun is still rising,
And I'll watch 'till I see you ride up the horizon.

Summer nights are a poet's inspire,
Pulsing words - like a cricket choir,
Scribbled pages knowing no mistake -
The song of night is ours to make.

Metaphors in major, minor -
A harmony not known diviner,
Word play is a writer's charm
As sweet as chords in a composer's arm.

A pen alight under a moonlit glow
Falls and rises with a steady flow,
Ink is magic that creates a tune
Under starry skies in the month of June.