Brigadoom in the Valley

There is a mocking way that the heavens can offer the sunshine, and then promote a cloud in your brain. Seeing the mist is a boundary on Brigadoon, and it becomes more like Brigadoom. I stay quiet as there is unrest in the valley that only you, my love, can see. I would love to have you sit with me and observe the lifeforce in vicinity. You are a master and KING. I wish, one day, to wear your ring. I push away your face to see the sky with no cauldron behind my eye. So much interuption. I wish for bliss and that very special first kiss. My form, in this time in the valley, is hideous and huge. My influences near me scare me daily and the demons win their evil game of badmitton in my brain. I try to explain to myself as sleep falls away and fashion choices seem ancient. I am free to be me only when I secure my anonymity and my lonely horse stance. I will be one two three. I found you mighty behind the scenes, but the THUNDER now erases that vision within me.