Arthur

Before the eyes that glow
beyond the lake’s design
I’ll wait here when you go
so long as you stay mine.

The freshness of the hilt.
The cool it leaves behind.
The softness of your palm
relieving my old mind.

They will still know your name,
but I will know your heart,
and I’ll hold it full of pride
and know I’ve played my part.

Then toss a coin my way.
I’ll know it’s from your hand.
Finding you will be silent
because losing you was too grand.