untold sum

You are missed you are love
raining down from stars above
above the trees a flyings by
beneath the placid purple sky 

And where the journey never ends
your heart begins to beat again
i never knew how sweet the skin
until the pear was prickly thin 

Seven stories to be told 
upon the tower growing old 
bitter laughing is the cure 
and feel a lot less insecure 

Whenever winter comes to play 
i follow lines of disarray 
to mingle in the unknown truth 
that nothing never has no proof 

A tweedle-dee a tweedle-dum
a mystery an untold sum