as i recall now in the ethers of my mythic reveries…
so many kingdoms were always You.
even as your spark waned and our hours where apart
from time itself… like a fallen leaf in a pause
on a canvas of unspoken colors
that mean everything.

i believe you moon much too close to the sun with the dark thought.
the stunning glamor of annihilation on the cusp of pain that sings
but you're tone deaf and operatic.
my nerve is the love that summoned me to your torment
like a hackysack to a lazy happy on the green.
i abrupt your gloom when you’ll have me
but i bother most to love you
as you are.