some marines in submarines went sailing out to be respectable in spectacles to see what they could see reversing in submersibles they beached upon the shore and in wet socks dashed on the rocks their dreams for ever more
away with the grandest reverie those forts and towers gleaming I discard such fantasies of irrelevant dreamings send me instead a simple place not empires draped in gold let my sleep bring me to grace in the innocence of old a hound as fair companion verdant groves of trees where nought holds a dominion and warmth kisses the breeze no flags to wave, save birds in flight no anthems platitudes to please no borders over which to fight a place where I may rest in peace
what great battles bloodied thee spirit of the broken briar do you from campaigns flit and flee as sparks escape the dying fire I fancy thee as kindred heart alone among the mass and fold a soul that solitude imparts your counsel to yourself paroled.
dwell not upon the funeral pyre as its flames to heavens reach though a heart’s consumed in fire its soul will find release so dark may be the cerement and sorrow heavy weighs in embers glow the sacraments no mortal end decays
what sins inhabit me that I would turn away from my face that pity sees reflections it betrays some quarter deep and low a darkness unrelenting only seen to daylight’s glow a mirrored frame dissenting beyond a conscience’d peace to such profound unease a curse upon my eyes, this looking glass of lies.
she rises in me as butterflies rise and parts for me as blossoms part she cries for me as the summer cries and beats for me as beats the hearts of butterflies lost intoxicated ’til they have crossed from nectar sated.