Elora’s Jupiter Bids Farewell

Dearest,

I seek open ears,

I seek a dizzy heart,

I seek ageful youth,

I dwell in a mind of bliss,

Oh, fair dearest…

An artist’s heart breaks.

But brings such great relief,

Rivers of love, to hereby declare…

I’m leaving fair dearest,

But I’m not too far gone.

Gone are the bad days,

Gone as they’re good,

My days of unfair mediocrity,

In this world made heavenly for you,

I must now joyously deplore,

To do the necessary good,

Mostly as far as I understood…

Only sweet words of reassure,

Nothing to be scared of, I’m sure

All truth in code,

A night another,

But don’t you dear, wonder

Why I’m always lurking under

Because then,

That’ll set you beyond yonder,

And the days made good,

To you,

The great power

I might ponder.

And don’t say

That I didn’t say,

Or tell you straight away,

And I didn’t have plans to stay anyway…

But behold, I’ve declared a way,

To deliciously, make you stay,

Nothing cunning of it, no,

It’s purely cooly, bliss,

Concocted from a gift,

Rather daresay,

A myth,

There’d come a time

Where we can meet halfway

Swim, gaze, smile, oh my…

And speak highly of infinite bursts of sunshine,

Or sit under the coolest brown tree,

Oh, what completion would that be?

I only hope you remember me,

And not think me however immorally,

Wear my love on your chest, like a crest,

Feed and yearn my soul in alternate lifetimes,

For in lifetimes to come,

You’d understand why

I’ve done what I’ve done.

Until then,

Perfect pretty,

All my love,

My sterling best,

Live in haze,

Breeze on,

Daze on.

You are forever,

Tishorn’s…