I feel a tug on my sweater. The air grows dark as I, Full of despair, Turn my head to find what Being is at my coattail.
I feel a tug on my sweater, I turn as the space ahead of me Is occupied by essence of loving magnificent person. I turn and see the beautiful world, as a Being, is at my coattail.
I feel a tug on my sweater And I question her as to what she came to ask, and she speaks to me in song. So lovely are the words uttered from She who is at my coattail.
So lovely are the words uttered for Me, a desperate shrew. A hollow shroud falls over Vacant eyes dripping empty tears onto A careless walkway. Her serenade sing a sort of Happy suicide into the icy veins pumping Soft slush into my heart. Then suddenly
A chorus arises and I am renewed, Invigorated. "Sing goodbye to sorrow, Save pain for a time when you need smile. For that pain, in it's essence, Is only a memoir of hardship that will Remind the hollowest of souls that There is happiness." That there is love. That there is hope. That there is wonder, and wanderlust. That there is reason.