Is it the edges of the world you seek?
Eradicating memory of all we once held.
A more dour feeling than love beheld,
our hearts our brillant autumn evening.
You, shining and valiant. The reclusion I abide in.
Was unearthed, abandoned, for those very eyes.
Accompany a radiance unlike refinement upon the mind.
I simply cannot speak of your beauty, so you must
tread this overtrodden earth. Find your lull, love.
Think of me not. Shine as you aught.
Your breath is the blossom of perfection wrought.