She said goodbye in a dream last night Or else it was a housecat's ghost Lingering as an after sight Where fondness always plays the host. She dynamized as spirits do Yet in her familiar way Of anxious trot and dainty chew On a garden moth canape. Then she coursed the hall from room to room Wondering where she last had slept And soon enough she would assume A vacant lap where she'd be kept... Long enough for a farewell pet And a purring sound I won't forget.
I want to climb to the top of that tree and touch the sky. I want to pass my hands through the clouds without ever wondering why. And I want to watch the birds soar. Yes. This is what is meant to be free. All I want is an escape occasionally.
I want to find you and bring you with me because you are my love. I want you to be with me when I have reached that high up above. And I want to pass your hands through that cloud, perhaps then you will understand what it is I feel for you and why...
Soft! Near a bacchantic branch I find A tiddly nymph with argental tresses Whose kisses, sweeter than a melon rind Or cider from Dionysiac presses, Mix with the wild air of Queen Anne's lace And the motor sounds of hummingbird beat To orchestrate heaven around her face In an afternoon of angelic heat... As if to say that daylight can be fair; A sweet and amber honeysuckle thing That a nymph with her man would gladly share For a flawless Hesperidean fling Conspiring to keep a man at home Happier...than the richest Kings of Rome!