Swirling Lavender Poem by Timothy Long

The tides to come, for thee to be of whos to see, hows thou art is to be masters, of their own devine precies of gold, to feast with the beast, da vinci with shakespere's grand adventure thee you, bye for dee, giveth in the sea, his beard of the wise, showing thy's millenium of thys experice, some miracle did we meet, for fear is a feture, to dimuture, at my seeture, your lavender in the wind, with my blond hair, be send for the all the way to the grave, pick or see to tell me, raphael of night watch, michangelo to david, good in memory are you everlasting, fighting in leaves versus kumo and iwa to elundo, peace as my key i will fight for you my queen, no bad deed left to be punished by the terminators of the past, letter is this for you, to open and ensue the info of the future.