An Ode to My Anam Cara

This is why I am alive
For when my soul mate would arrive
No longer shall I understand the Devil’s mind
No longer shall I always fall behind
She is my dear, my love, my only one
She is both my moon and my sun
No longer shall I always be alone
No longer shall I face the unknown
Candle star matrix within a repeating gyro-glass
My one way ticket from the never-ending morass
No longer shall I be a sorcerer in the limitless dark
No longer shall I remain this solitary monarch
She is my flaxen-haired goddess who in me we unify
With eyes that are colored a blue like the sky
No longer shall I spend my life in sin or contraband
No longer shall I bury my heart in a frozen hinterland
For her, I would bleed, die, resurrect, and be tortured
Together, we run blindly through sunshine in the orchard
No longer shall I mangle myself for a death worth cherishing
No longer shall I prepare myself for a life worth perishing
These are no meaningless ephemera
This is an ode to my Anam Cara