Give me shore
Of thoughts and love
The rivers of imagination
Where flow galore
Where a self like me
Doesn't bore
This will be the
Shore
How I wish
The winds of expression
Making me fetish
Would carry me in their arms
The sails of the boat
Of this body
In all their charms
Oh but no alarms
And no mighty
Waters
That tumble these
Argosies
Will be to hard
Oh like those
Rams seeing
Tendrils and branches
Gave eanlings
Streaked and pied
My imagination's streams
Would overflow
The branches
Of this tree
Would break
All barriers
And be warriors
On the cheek
Of the turbulence of
Times immemorial!