Striated even after carriage through a river I could stand to affirm enough as a four-cylinder Partner to your velocitous crossfade of Madame Butterflies murmurating from your word to eyes I no longer supervise; life could not be sweeter Guilty from the privilege of coming to know you As though a festival of spirits can still bleat Along the oxygen your presence heats Throughout and when your existence hits my blood Because the night isn't forever, these words sleep Where you may hope to see what they truly mean To a forested lake whose combination is a song Written by any number of fallen bards Completely entranced by nature, but here you are Courageous and stopping the light with beauty In a righteous crusade of darkness