Missive Iii

Sometimes it is alright that you are far away While I conflicted not with my love for you pines For your more mature and less emotional hour. And yet I change neither day nor day, but drink Of moon and stars the passion of day's due change And is not change that's lacking us who become Bored by our sense of life. My bravely believe I have so much to surrender where loyalty keeps For in that language that loyalty reads, its own Proper interpretation of life abounds. We find What we look for, and we search for who we are So broken hearted among the rubble of expectations, I pity you wallowed in this heap, frightened fledgling Earthbound and flattering in the silence of my wound.