For the Want of What's in the Sky

Arise, cumbersome deity

With your lofty ageless virtue

You boil my baby heart

In a ripened sunset soup

Demise, my melancholic wonder

I wish to tread the shells of inner yolk

Alight the leaden weight of recall

No longer will you sail my shores

Surmise, for I know that I know not

A vapid melody pollutes porcelain ear

I seek the comfort of the back of my eye

To prune dead strings from the bow

Realise, yon scented broody will

That grace beats a wooden heart

And what is burnt will burn no more

The emphatic dare doth open the door.