It Is Written

I so desperately want a season of moments and memories with you. I wish it in secret, for fear of being crushed beneath the swinging sword of reality, this coveted daydream of mine. Even now as I arrange these letters upon the page, I fear they fall into the hands of misfortune, intercepted, and delivered to their end. For all I have is this vision of you. All I know is this reverie. All that my valiant knights ride for is a queen of dreams. Cast in lots, and proclaimed in prophesies. And though you may never know of it, your kingdom exists. Though you may never hear these words fall from my lips, they have formed. Though you may never reach the walls, and enter through the glorious gates, they are opened to you. And as time moves across the ocean, and kingdoms rise then fall, know that your name is written among royalty. The sons of man will find you hidden in the scrolls. The songs will discretely speak of your beauty. And the maps of the stars will point to your secret throne. For it is written.