A ME

The elasticity of my myocardium got lost, My eyes poured into my inks These got my blanks painted in blues. There was a called me, A me of passions,sealed in dreams, A me flowing down valleys, for rubies. The flow towed,just as velocity elevated, No dought,so eased ,more getting at early hours. In the dawn of day,darkness engulfed it, The candle I lighted was swallowed as it got dim. An infallible candle I then made,to bond to opening of day, For a brightest,yet Indelible shines. The oil never to smell exhaustion,for blue and red flames. My feet, then I stabled in fitting and strength, To flow in yet a greater velocity. Then will a me say to itself, There was me! This is me!! There will be me!!!