Centres: blue Tristran atm

I dwell on that bed, and her on it, where I rest my memory upon her breast in that moment,

That was the cup, the moment, I’d waited my whole life to drink from it, her heart on her tongue

If I could go back again in my longing, to ysolt, my mythical beauty, so magical seem’d

I just leave off everything, my shame and reputation, go out to cruise cars as if I cared about nothing but you and then

Because you aren’t here, you walked away when I’d made a vow to give you everything, in a wet dream lately, then you left

Yet you don’t come, no matter I beg not caring, to return to the past, o bring me to you again, that moment near you then

Stormy, dying, cares about nothing, is lost without meaning, I’m a blue knight in tragic tales, cause I didn’t see you today

Then is blind, is breathless, just breaks, like a bark tossed on waves, low and high, in a journey toward you, hence my future fate