Queen of my heart

I have my world in my pens and books; as pages turn I become something new,

kings and pawns go in the same box but darling I'm afraid of dying alone.

I was lost in the words under Wisteria's ghost, autumn came without Dionysus know.

carved a heart on my bed post, ceramics broke with the songs that I wrote,

Until I met the queen of my heart and soul, she knows all of my doors.

Walking on the shores, darling did my tears wash our prints or was it a surge that followed?

I had a dream last night; we were driving to island, leaving all the dazzling sights behind.

Held your hand under the blue sky when the seas went green in my dreams.

I was gone with the winds to the forts of unknown but got gravitated back to my bones

when I met the queen of my heart and soul, she knows all of my doors.