How cold for those near you do you hear
Do not give me your chill creep out over that windowsill
Ice the unsettled waters down the narrow feral rill
If you are not today with the mist kissed
By the ghost of he who insisted and then missed
Do not give me your freeze for I still believe to seize
The moment is to capture the morning glory breeze
Which rages on the salt water's sages of the ocean waves
He who craves the daughter of Venus becomes her slave
No more then to behave or to misbehave at the rave
Carry on chasing the song to catapult the brave
Into a cosmology of suns and moons and silver-stars
Shooting at the planet's criss-crossed bejewelled bazaars
Search the shining as if searching those pebbles in jars
For hidden messages from the princesses and the Tzars
Where were you before you were clear
How bold for those near you do you reappear
Do not give me your thrill climb out over this fool on the hill
Raise the child with your own free will to settle the bill
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