White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore, a second attempt

Goldensward hillsides
separate from light
Weary eyes whining
shaded foresite

Feral tooth ridge lines
Gnash upon the sky
Halal smalt violet
to say blue; a lie

Onward past today
On the morrow
Broken, no not made
there my sorrow

All these Tale
But a dream
Only you Only me
Us not made to be

Lofty rare beauty
I might paint
singing shining
tormenting me binding

Yours is but a device
Mused memory be free
By your own wing fly
Be you Ill be me