You may call me a dreamer, in waves I crash
Into the crowd - Oceans of honey and wine our sweet escape.
Reveille reveries and moonlit parties for two,
Man-at-arms faded into you.

My muse, I amused by hearts lifted into flight,
High on blood, pressure popped by voices of sirens-
And as overjoyed as I am to carry you with wings,
I'd be just as content sleeping in awe of you at your feet.