My Life on Marigold Hill

That feeling, once granted in 

brings warmth and a violet hue 

It beads my eyes, of now burned through 

pin cushion medicine

Sink and spike; seek my next vein 

blood pass sick, a thousand fold

Euphoric minds cannot be told 

life's truth for the mundane 

For now, all wretched is calm; 

escaped, sugared in our minds 

Spines of water softly grinds 

when oral love embalms 

Indescribable, this love 

when above the old, gray world 

Skies glittered, pinked and pearled 

and it sings just like a dove 

But treading down, weary and shrill 

I will gently start to cry 

I'll start to ask, 'shall I die?' 

for my life on Marigold Hill.