I have no felonies to claim nor admitted guilt profane let the gods and saints exclaim how heaven be assured for unlike the gloried deities who judge the world as they would please I see no evil destinies but woe our nature’s flaws.
if my mind wished to placate me I would again these dreams partake yet like leaves within a swollen stream they hold their moments unredeemed lost as soon as they are found and under far off waters drowned.
dark are the eyes that steal at night into the dreams my passion’s stage dark too the lips that silent speak of secrets I dare not engage even within safe reveries hid well away from day’s stark light in corners unseen to the eyes that darkly steal on me at night
let my physician be thy kiss the balm to find between your lips let your presence heal all harm my comfort safe within your arms and may my ills find in you cure for with such pleasure I’d endure all demons that would plague my mind that their corruption be consigned to but the vaguest memory long lost to your remedies
In choral turns their pleas are heard the weary finch, the proud blackbird round robin bold, shy hatch and hen a starling insecure, and wren from song to song and tree to tree no ear can match this symphony nor pen, nor pipe or soft tapped string could hope to vie with feathered things.
write to me, of distant seas of where the senses gently rest horizons long, where siren songs do exotic shores possess fill my mind, with treasured findings under silver moonlit nights have me feel your soft appeals that would my passions so ignite.
upon some southern summer shore the sand which through her fingers pour is not that of the hour glass for this gold is no lost time passing this beach is where her dreams are fired whereon she lets slip her desires
take from minstrels all their lies these artisans trade on deceit their verse, reality denied their poetry but fine deceit. So salt such words with disbelief incredulous in readership as poets’ lines bring forth such grief that in their beauty from truth slip.