Forever here, forever young

Coddle my wounds as you once had done So unearthly spirit, do your lips quiver the names of all you had pained hither The wicker of my wallowing moon, do you see, so speak If one had been held from whence my end had discovered, From whence none shall recover, Had you seen, so spoke, every bludgeoned apology struck parched upon your fallaced lips, Yet none to touch, none to see, Ever poignant word that had struck e'er so deep within me, So see my tears, so weep upon these fears, Had lapped upon the sand, drenched and disfigured with every clear blear of word Had you seen, so had you spoke Would you then succumb to every fear Bleating upon the cognitive recognition of childhood So hold me now Here, as you had once done. (without fear)