Worlds away

He must be sure of the last eyes

Which knock him 'she'.

For a bit, a heartbeat away, and farther seem not for keeps.

Anything but the bitter end -

He shall weep and cry,

And in the quagmire would seek her fashionably.

He bloomed, taking in the sight;

Now he saw the sun no more,

No more of the blue and green.

But with no query he needed just one last sweet refrain of yore,

To make him sing and soothe his soul.

He saw the sun no more

no more of the blue and green, for real.

He needs the challenge of worlds away,

Though part of him still wants to stay.