Fly just as a bird.

Existence - like a lumbering tree, a limb of branching affections for thee, caught nil by the bearing tides, and deeply rooted as to reefs

Ahh what little I know of thine own heart, and the seas ever changing ways, but rush forth with more delight in the courus waves,

for what of mine own slumber, do I unrest in his sweet face, and divine I see within the grounds a heaven called his grace,

be not of starlight in his eyes of night, in middle while the clock strikes best, in a dagererd quarter weary shivering in my chests applause,

for eyes of mine do pasifiy that willingness of the beat, and face upon the shorelines - as if to have three feet, willing hearts apparel thought,

a lulling song , a tender word Ahh such love in any form, could fly just as as bird.