My Epiphany

Oh my God, my dearest Thea,
I just had an epiphaneeya.
I wish that you were here to see-a
all the things I see.

There is a land where all is pretty,
and there upon the throne you sitty,
governing this happy city,
and by your side is me.

All the buffalo and bison,
birds, n' fish, n' cats n' mice n'
men gather on the horizon,
praying for your love.

But like the stars and moon and heaven,
the square root of negative seven,
on a scale on one to ten: Eleven.
You look down from above.

Not realising that your presence
is like some divine effervescence
you wish that you had brought more presents
and humbly you smile.

Quite more than was expected,
outshining temples once erected.
With your touch; Sadness deflected,
we've loved you all the while.

So relax, be happy. Trust me, try it.
The world is dark, I won't deny it,
The lid is heavy, but you can pry it
and let your light shine in.

Mortal goals you've far exceeded.
Garden of your soul de-weeded.
You're what this world has always needed,
You're more forever than a diamond.