Without Any Lost Parity Poem by Mark Heathcote

I mustn't leave this world, without a smile
A moment of tenderness to beguile
It's confusing enough to acquiesce
The meaning of failure comes from success
Please darling please my darling don't transgress
An angel needs good company I guess
When teardrops descend without clarity
Clouds form, without any lost parity,
Please don't run away, roost, someplace with me
I know an abode above that loose scree
Above those lines of ice-age depression,
Where melt-waters congeal in succession
In a basin that we call an ocean,
Others take for heaven and devotion.