Hunter Dasten - The Perfect Word

I have attempted a spiritual bargain.
I have called upon God and sold him my world
so that I might invent you,
the perfect word.

It's very utterance would be so sweet,
as it lingers a moment,
before rolling off your tongue
you'd swear that it was dancing upon your taste buds.

It would sound of your own youthful laughter!
A linguistic reminder
of a time before heartache and pain.
The laughter of a past
when boys chased girls without any motive.
A laughter so innocent we experience it vicariously now
only when we watch children running around the playground.

I have sold my world to invent you one word!
Spoken, it would shelter you from the harshest winter winds.
Spoken, the enormous snow drifts dotting this urban expanse
would dissolve away revealing a white sand beach.
Spoken, the street lights become magnificent palm trees
beckoning you to rest beneath.
Spoken, the cars transform to rolling ocean waves before your eyes.
Each dropp of water works in unison to serenade you night and day.

I have spent years trying to invent you one word.
I will continue unabated until my last breath escapes me.
Consider this my solemn oath,
I will invent you that perfect word!

Hunter Dasten

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