After a long day’s of travel

Little Prince Yesung had retired to a bed of dirt and gravel

It was nothing like his bed back home in his castle

But it was more than enough to allow his dreams to unravel

His dreams always haunted him the most

The image of someone familiar, but he wasn’t sure if they were real or a ghost

He caught the glimpse of brown hair

And skin so pale, so light, and so fair

Two dark brown eyes stared at his soul

And he always felt like they’d swallow him whole.

Those lips always moved with words

But to Little Prince Yesung, they were all unheard.

How he longed to know this person

To know if they were ever to meet in unison

How he wanted to be held in those lanky arms

And feel as if, to him, the world could never harm.

But just as he reaches forward to touch

The person disperses into dust and such

Leaving behind a startled little prince

All alone in the night, from the pain, to wince.