Oh pardon me, but have you seen
the much, much better part of me?
I had it when we parted, see,
but now it moves elusively.
The last I saw, it lingered near
the gold a'shining in your hair,
but then it flickered faintly there
and I observed it dissapear.
Observed it there,
Before then, it was hiding deep
inside your dreaming while you'd sleep.
And I made notes (and those I'll keep),
to determine wherein he'd creep.
I noticed this when you'd awake,
and retell dreams of wondrous scape,
the likes which ne'er 'fore would skate
within your thoughts (lest I mistake).
lest I mistake?
And if I think much deeper still,
for in my findings, they do tell,
of where this most elusive fell,
and where then he must reside still.
Oh, pardon me, but I've just seen
the much, much better part of me,
it seems that ne'er parted, we;
that he still holds a place you see.
The best of me,
in you I see.