Ought my mind to stop in pain
Stupefied by barbs of lover of past time
I pray thee sing lullaby refrain
Ferry Heart to sultry, starry climes
Dreaming? Rock me to and fro
Saunter, simmer, Beauty mime
With you I'm forever seizing rainbow
When life denude of reason, being rhyme
Would my mood plummet, gray stone-cast
Bereft of cosmic flow of Love
Would you hoist passion to the mast
Walk softly to that golden grove
Antagonist of pure passion cast
In truest romance of the soul
Which isolate us in inviolate bond
Yet connect with eternity, one and all

Should my senses shatter, die
Encumbered by manacles that creep by stealth
Accompany the Lion's cry
Of deeds misdone when in bad health
It's rank hypocrisy to implore me see
And understand when there is dearth
Of ones own insight in to menagerie
Of me! I have insight enough, nay, in wealth!
Blooms, gestates, in girdling girth
Flowers of dignity be mine to hold
In streams of dreams and forest of gold
Bad rendered one D me versus my passion manifold
Lennon's mirror to Kali beat King Leopold.