I ride this watchful journey
Rivers wind through ancient caverns
Across open plain, up mountain side
Vantage point where you stand
Alone and wondering
Telling out the things you see and taste
Would you sleep quietly, your dream sleep
Nestled next to poet devotion?
Flesh and blood casualty to your secrets
Body giving way to deep views under your wants?
I stand staked a slave to ripping eyes and mind
Laser-look lingering on motive
Report what you feel and desire and wish poetess
Grist to you, fuel to passions stylus, my blood, river to your sailing