I despise the whites and the silvers.

 

I detest the empty words of a silken royal.

And I hate the pristine, proper ceremonies that mean nothing to the heart of the free spirit.

I do not want the white silks and the silver knights.

I do not want the vacant words of a porcelain royal.

And I certainly do not want the perfect, white wedding that was not made for me.

 

I want the colors of the meadow.

I want the puffy, pink clouds and the vast, blue skies.

I want the laughing, yellow tulips and the singing, red canaries.

I want the dancing blades of grass and the humble, loyal earth.

I want the bubbling, churning rivers and the playful, loving breeze.

I want to sing the song of a free nightingale against the pale morning sun.

 

Instead, I am confined within the social limits of a royal princess.

I am trapped underneath the ordinances of royal traditions.

And I am forced to wed a man when my heart does not belong to his hands.

 

So when the priest asked me to join our kingdoms,

I could not.

My throat had tied its knot and forbid my tongue to speak

For the white and silver roses pricked my thumbs to remind me of my singing, red canaries.

 

Standing before the procelain kings and queens,

before the placid, silver knights,

I am reminded of my deep and longing ache for the world beyond royalty.

I am reminded of the stable-boy's poetry at the tops of the great, oaken trees.

I am reminded of our rain-soaked clothes and the warm sunlight after the storm.

I am reminded of his gentle touch and how it mimcked the kiss of the lilies.

O, how I long for the midnight laughter.

How I ache for the voice of the wind and the leaves.

How I yearn for the worlds the stable boy procured from a pen and his pages

And how I greive for the void his absense bestows upon me.

 

I looked through the open doors and into the sea of trees.

The gentle caress of the forest's perfume wafted through the clean, sterile room.

It called to me like the caged bird calls for the open skies.

 

And without hesitation

Without a single word

The free spirit within me took flight

And I ran toward the tales of the raging stars and the coursing, salt-ridden seas.

I ran for the lore of the moon and her love for the sun.

I ran for the legend of the run-away princess and her noble stable-boy.

I ran for the colors of life and love.

For the colors of the Hailey Meadows.