Merry England Poem by Ibn Ali

If I had one regret then it'd be you
My mind has travelled
Exhausted all fuels for thoughts of you
Here I am
Merry England rains
I still see breaks between the clouds with doubts of blue
A dowry of gold rays with promises
of more to come
I doubt it
A life lived between I wish and what ifs
Misty hopes so opaque they make the void seem crowded
A swing that peaks to nothing and retreats to it
A prosperless gift
I know your name
Let them think these words are their's
A conduit for the love depraved
You make it hard for me to fear
I'd be waiting on my deathbed for you
If you appear before that good Angel
In those few seconds
We'd be wedded
What we have is ancient, so basic, the basest
It flavours the bread and sweetens water
Makes the pleasure sacred
So we live without merely existing