Markers of Beautiful Memories

Your face is a welcome interlude
Like a lift back into school
It’s all hearts and flowers
Love’s umpire called time
You have taken root in my mind
Like a heavenly infection
Taking leave of my senses
A riot in the heart
Come ruin or rapture
May we never part
A blue mystic light
I carry a torch and a pocket guide
To the markers of beautiful memories
I was given to fits of lost traditions
Now I’m living on sealed confessions
Oh, such a sweet distress
Suspended pipe dreams are touching
Revolving and spinning
Am I accursed or blessed it’s uncertain
Oh, I have faith in my bearings
A riot in the heart
Come ruin or rapture
May we never part
A blue mystic light
I carry a torch and a pocket guide
To the markers of beautiful memories