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