What's not to love?

Silly darling, I love you for,
The parts of you that more perfectly mirror these ideas of my freedom
Then any thoughts I ever found inside
A crinkle and a gasp of fresh air, maybe like the sea,
I cannot help smiling, though I wonder what a smile is
Am I giving up this little speck of sunshine?
"More where that came from", says the colonial spirit of joy
Mercenary happiness knows no conservation
Knows no boundaries, has no root, ends
Catching tears in bottles, selling glances to the wind
We soar into this disaster with a maniacal hope
Searing my own flesh to find peace

Smell a faint zephyr of something more real

What Presence is found in the depths of these oceans?

Do not run, darling

Do not run now