where are you,
my passion, my faith?
my desire for love,
carefree as-of-late!
where have you gone,
the light in my heart,
the bringer of my days,
soul saver in disguise?
my angels have all fled
off to new bargains,
leaving me hopeless,
sad and sovereign.
for in the wake of the day,
the sunlit sky creeps out,
smiling and surreal,
bidding my forthcoming.
where are you, Tristan?
reveler of wind and song,
patron of selflessness,
lifeless soul left detached.
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