insufficient, inadequate, half reality

insufficient, inadequate, half reality
i love you so--

you were my sun, my sky, my moon
the night when all i knew was blue

A cauldron of fire to boil my bones
but i'm not sad within this fact,
my markedly sublime home
A place upon the razors edge
which withheld its best for the willows rings
and the tree was not offened by pain - for it was king

A dignified passage to the secrets it was keeping
safe under leaf and drum and the minuet dances
a starless canopy 'till the cliffs doth come
unveiled you reach and fall with stars
then you know why you are,
the memory made was kept for this day
a sweet face, a sweet face

insufficient, inadequate, half reality
i love you so--

you were my sun, my sky, my moon
the night when all i knew was blue

the engine that i could not keep from starting