A Farewell.
Part two.*
Sun nearly forgiving of summer.
I save my whole spectrum of emotions
For gratitude.
How can air be this clean?
Atmosphere..?
All there is, is me.
And a cat that hasn't given a
Whimper in complaint
Since then.
I see something like a sun;
Only brighter, throw; no -hurl-
Herself in my face, screaming:
"I love you, you crazy Norwegian
Brute of an imbecile
Viking Poet!
Now be with me! I will admire
You living your every dream
From as far away
As you wish me
To," new love
Emerging like a mad phoenix
From the ashes of my sorrow,
Shining through feather tips
As I see crows the size
Of falcons part and
Reveal her singing to me:
"I will not breathe, my lord,
Until you share this fireside
Bed with me yet... oh, yet
Again."
I have been given
So much
Gold.
I will treasure
It.