~ ~ ~

*The solemn paths
    The fever of seeing you
          From a sailing boat
      Like you were a comerade
  Dolphin fellowship giggling
  Playfully along the song of the curving
     Waves, along our marine vessel
   And it makes me sadder a bit to see
      Them carried away, their tales
   Waving in a cool familiarly
Resplendant manner

And chilled was the sea
And creatures goodbyes
And there you, here me
Entombed in my memory
      And your hands I would
       I would most dearly
        Most certainly love with
       This utmost divine
   Devotion resembling me
Sun sprinkling solitary
Strolls through my native woods
Where contemplation takes place
    Where gentle leaves unfurl first
Blooming buds and animals awake
Where my forlorn I, ceases to be forsaken no more.