Meditating on mediating mysteries in a suffusion confusion of colored allusions. A mumbling stumbling jumbling of glyphs in a tumble, scattered and dashed into drifts where I fumble. For fragmented hash of multiple meanings, my senses are screaming, mysteries streaming my eyes into bleeding.

Muttering madness with every attempt my sputtering sadness tearing a rent my soul into heaven with life forces spent. To transmogrify Mercury, whereby Gold, hereby fires and spells of Old, thereby sputum and piece of her hair, standby Blood and all beware.

No misconstruing my life I am brewing alchemy’s elements boiling and stewing. It’s all in a ruin your soul my undoing the rest of my heart to you for the wooing. Lost in a fever or it is a daze, I stop to grieve her and all is a blaze. Efforts redoubled, toiled and troubled, which witch to pitch as more blood I enrich the last of my breath I stitch with a twitch. All spell bound in prayers which swell pound and flare guttering to ground and a keen moaning sound of forswear knells profound.

No recipe found in this ancient tome to take me from here to her who’s my home. The chemicals split and all of them spent my soul bound in place has missed its ascent. Back to the blood and leather must I go more manuscripts await and spells to sew.

You might think I mad or quite the insane but have you missed her so and felt that pain? Life dedicated to finding her now it doesn’t matter if I never find how. The rest of this life is spent til the next I’ll seek her each day and never be vexed.

My love, if you should find this note please accept this simple quote:

I miss you with my whole heart and soul. Seeking each day to love you more. And counting infinitely to the day when I can hold you in my arms again, smell your hair, taste your lips, and be back home.