Fêted man of sea
Human life cycles
My notes on poetry
Come near my sweet and be my own
I want your love and am your home
Your heart does grieve and you have pain
I'm here to make it good again
Pour some sweet wine, my love, my moon
Like streams, scorns rise and fall, fears strewn
Shan't meet, shan't greet, hell's own - bad souls;
Shan't say: Good’ bye to Good’ God’s scrolls!
Burnt grass will die yet seed new fields,
Mid fall and spring it chills yet heals;
Love too, love sings and speaks, dear heart:
Excess in life, excess isn't art!
Please see just me, my soul, my love
Let's fly, let's ring those stars, my dove
Let's go around now: But not home!
Around the sun, let's roam and roam!
Don't trouble your self with them strange ones
They'll pack their world with dreams and guns
Inside of me you're still a dream
I turn to you to find my stream
To love, my love, you've born the youth
To joy, my joy, you knead the truth
You, so fair, so fine, and so rare
To mind a time, the flash, the flare!
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