I see absolutely everything.
Soaring on the heights of wings.
Discerning which of the ants down there
Are supposed to be the queen and king.
I may be deemed ethereal,
But definitely not imperial.
That’s what they have over me-
Their things are material.
I wish I could give you all the world,
Necklaces, bracelets, rings all pearled.
I wanted to be there already,
But my plans have all unfurled.
Maybe it’s some fear of commitment,
I already want to be at fulfillment,
Too much to say with no one to read,
So I guess I’ll just have to film it.
I need shaken this unshakeable vice,
That I feel each gift must have a price,
Even when you say you don’t need it,
Some gifts sure do entice.
So my darling, and dear friend,
I promise to make it in the end.
You’ll have more than you’ll ever need,
Until then, love I send.