The Sheikh And The Prophetess Poem by nisha dyrene

A desert oasis far from the maddening crowds
His castle, hewn from the strength of granite
Stretching taut like a cat under an Arabian sun
His extraordinary eyes, brown and golden
Warm honey hidden behind a woman’s lashes
His mouth was two silk muscles
That moved with wet magic
His scent spices and musk
Pooled where his neck met his shoulder

His people made wealth and wore pride
Several camels, many palaces
Owning half seas and whole deserts
He walked light and confidence was his shadow

He was a prince born under a white flag

A silver ocean under a tempestuous moon
She had been molded out of matter
Blue Fire, White ice, blood, sweat and tears - and clay
Keeper of a million emotions, mistress of none
Her mind was diamond crystal, always seeking
Hard and bright, cutting and carving a way through reality
Her eyes were sparkling onyx
Softened by laughter, blinded by love
Her mouth curved downwards but she smiled often

She was a beautiful warrior gone used to hiding
She had been chosen by destiny, her life pre-planned
Her words could be weapons, tools, visions and balms
Her body was passion, her mind wisdom

She was an old soul born into a stranger’s time

They loved.
Her world erased in his eyes
His haven found in her arms

She fought against instinct, destiny, her purpose
He embraced ideals and thought reality defeated

He asked her to give up all and thought nothing of the query
He did not keep promises, and had no intention to
His heart throbbed to the beating of wings
Bur he said he loved her true

She wanted a man of war, a leader, while he still followed
She did not like his world; it would not hold her long
Her heart was a citizen of a country he did not like
But she said she loved him true

Years passed, sands shifted, flags changed
He went to his castles, she stayed in her tents
And their love died in the desert