It All Begins With Mi

"Do close your eyes and awaken from the pain Re-read the tears separated from rain Mi, only mi, will tell you when your sane," Father has told me, once and again. "So if by chance you think you're right Later in life you'll suffer in plight Till the end of your years, you'll live in fright Do not think you'll lose this overnight..." Remember, I will of the days of two suns Missing their moons; no balance, one runs Far she runs into the dwindling light So fragile a soul, a being of such might Last thing I think of as darkness overruns- Tears in a basket, honey buns Doing nothing at all to put out the fire Reading on ways to unearth the true liar. Me, just sitting there asking how much Father could really stand a lady's touch Soft returning, will that bring love back? Later, will it turn out it was for something I lack... Till then I hadn't noticed what will keep them apart "Do not blame yourself, we've loved you from the start," Return I must, they needed gravity. Mi, mental illness, serendipity...that's Me.