The pain this agony of want that here upon the tides of man begs and tears rips open the soft muscle of heart and wears forever the thought.
These dreams that come upon the wings of night gathers me deep hovers complete to every image, the tangible thought Of you, my love.
As if nothing evolves grows to any length or depth of day But hinges its dream, its reality here where in memories soft You come and rest to laugh and cry The song of my heart.