Fading Fantasy

I get lost in ancient text
Finding hieroglyphics more familiar
than this flesh upon my bone
When did Love become an alternate world
A fantasy written
in tenses we later refer to
Reflecting upon the way things were
to explain and assess the present broken infrastructure

Our words: were gospel: you should know that

Babylon became second nature
Writing itself
in rhyme & paradigm
You laid your pen to rest
and placed my heart beside it

Prince or Pauper
Fact or Fiction
Human or Divine
I married you years ago
and you gave me the freedom to walk away

but my faith remains: permanently etched: racing through my veins

If it crumbles
I still believe
If it survives
I know who holds the key

Fantasy is a lonely place when it comes to Love