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Inspiration past… Embroidered sails.
Which gusts of madness did implore.
Though in compare such journeys pale
Vague Flotsam brought to conscious shore!
For in me, the mood… His presence renders
Each touch, a bliss… Such reverie…
Great oceans! Stars! Design! Surrenders!
In a Splendid Rhapsody.
And when it comes to morn’ departure
To tend the earthly fields.
We might tend to better, sweeter, Rapture!
If he to my persuasion yields…
Should, The Gods- then venture me?
They? Sole source of ecstasy?
While there in dream and perfect rest.
His greater still… I would attest.
Posted: November 30th, 2010
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