I am made to dream
Of love, the sweet mewing of my lover's heart,
The fair-sensored attitude of her savoir-head,
Then let those dreams fly forth,
As though some mischievous element of sky and rain
Unchained the floods of Charybdis
To infiltrate my
Horizons and dwell with me
In harmonious respect of her beauty and the dream's power.
Hold not the reins of the wildwinds blowing southward,
Ever southward with a soft name on it's breath,
That, with it's hoary indifference,
May the night be charged and all things parade love's banner.
When at rest I have come to sit and ponder
The tempest-tossed atoms which in me are at play,
And the cravings of higher molecules for cool drink and shade,
Fly! Heartwind.
And be honest in the dream's creation.
