You are in Dallas
Far from my attainable state
Standing on the boards playing Georgia on my mind
Your recordings of blues and merrier mood
Perfect songs on the softer mornings
I wish I was silent in the wildfire of eternity
Measuring myself with blossoming sunflowers, looking at you
With cathartic sailors saying here’s destiny looking at you
I’m at the end of thy tunnel, your heartbeat is something I don’t deserve
So I hold you in arms
Cold and lonely
In Southern Waco, this poem would have been more warm and country
Free us from this sundance, and send us on gelid Titan

That’s your temperature has color, health has none
Let’s delay our journey, and take the next train because we are certain
We have nothing, but, our love to look forward
And holding the candle in the starlight, wondering about the affliction of strains of woes
Woes of Constantinapole was a democratic wonder, and dearth color of champagne and wine
The dryness of this scarce fruit, we have the grapes of wrath among the mandrake roots that make much of time