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Ode To Words I Didn'T Write
I drifted off throughout that night,
My breath held deep in thrall to art
With words I felt but didn't write -
They fled my pen; I couldn't start.
Although I knew what words devised,
In writing what would never be,
As ink did dry, the words revised,
My words! They had forsaken me!
In muted silence did I oath,
(For grammar too eluded me) ,
And wrote some sentence without mouth,
Expressing drivel where dreams should be.
In writing down did words appear,
And basest letters did transcribe -
My soul said more than air could hear;
If I Could Fly With You
If I could fly away with you I would:
We'd breach the sky beyond where currents flow,
Above the highest nimbus ever stood,
I'd fly you where all tear drops turn to snow.
Bright stars, like fairies' dust, would trace our faces,
Through nebulae we'd sparkle in love's sight,
A pilgrimage for two to desp'rate places,
Like birds we'd soar as though to touch was flight.
O'er pearly shores we'd come to rest a while;