Paisley Promises

In all my journeys, the lone regret I find impossible to forget is you. How can I ignore such familiar comfort lifting my core towards spiritual transport? What more can I do? Where shall the freedom course truer even as proximity stains my heart bluer? Skies fade from azure. My rock grips the earth with tenacity to lift against the storm, driving with veracity, you shall soar through. So sleep and dream of days better when the moon was no more than white cheddar dipped in fondue to bathe only you in his refracted light.