Riddles and prose bid a better voyage,
up fairy hills and glittered road paths.
Casts away clothed valleys and the folded caves
and unpicks them into magical dust.
Till two souls meet again in perfect coincidental intercept,
till fellowship makes its reunions,
Soulcleavage will be the angel of goodwill's return.

When the coming paves its journey back into scripts,
hiccups of the heart will tie to a knot
while demons shove into fraught.

There and then,
my soul will be longing for company;
With eager and anxious hearts awaiting, too.
Just a while, just a short while.

So long, farewell.