Yet Another Sold Soul

Dearest,

I seek open ears

I seek a dizzy heart

I seek ageful youth

I dwell in a mind of bliss

Oh, fair dearest…

I must now with this depart,

But worry not,

For I’m not too far gone.

Gone are the bad days,

Gone as they’re good,

My world once made heavenly for you,

I must now joyously deplore,

To do the necessary good,

Mostly as far as I understood…

All truth in code,

All beauty in truth.

So don’t you dare wonder,

Why I seek to lurk under

For that’ll undoubtedly set you yonder.

As all my days turned to gold for you,

As certain as the sky’s night,

You now hold such great power,

So much so, that you may ponder

But at the very least,

You may not consider.

And dare not say,

That I didn’t warn of the end days,

And I never held 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 even,

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,

My glory, my infinite galore.

My all.