a whimsy, and a dream.

Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
   For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
   Only to you;

And, singing as when all was young,
   They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung –
   The best of all.

- williamernest.

He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer song 
Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.
The poison of the Snake and Newt
Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

- williamblake.

In the hall. Where our lips touched.
The summer knew our hooves.
We made blankets with white lilies,
and like puppies, we slept.
The time when I kissed you.
for the first time, and your sienna eyes wept.
I needed you, but you wouldn't know what for.

I needed you for treasure,
and to lay by my belly,
when the lions would bark,
and when the sky bent and fell,
I needed you for starlight.
You were the water to my well.

In the forest. Where we gathered.
To watch the rise of the city,
and to study the daisies.
The time we crushed petals,
and danced on the island.
I knew you, but you wouldn't know what for.

You knew soft letters,
and the beast behind the number,
I never learned to count.

In the sentence. When I learned
The day that you said it,
I remember it well.
I'd give up story telling, and boats by water
To hear you whisper in my ear.
I love you.
- amynelson.

The smoke and verses by the moonlight
You're fire in a crown.

The whimsy of your wiggle, 

and the tickle in your frown.

Down yonder, under a bare oak tree.
I call to my love, but he doesn't hear me.
I've been a'calling since the eye of the sun.
Under the cherry blossom,
We grew into one.

Down by rivers, our hands were wed.
Try for sleep, says my heart to my head.
Beneath moonlights, his tremble would call for me.
Now he tends to my pulses
Beneath the wild cherry tree.

- amynelson.

in the cave of enchantment,
dine on peaches by the perennial and pine,
grains of golden gravel.
wearing crowns composed of vine
The uncounted admiration,
I have for your wild beam
parallel to the stars and their moons,
barefoot on a stream.
far beyond the boyhood ballad
stretched across kindred home-folk
you are my wildflower,
my singersong by the sea.
the foreign love
of you and me.

I have for you
until the end.

I have for you
until the end.

- amynelson.

Then Indian bell-bird teaches me a thing.
How to pull weeds from the garden,

How to delight, and how to sing.

The Indian bell-bird teaches me a thing

The Indian bell-bird and it's melodious wing.
- amynelson.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine, -

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

- williamblake.

is this my painting
you've placed above your bed?
the song and your strumming
the daisy drone of your humming
ringing through my ears,

disposing of all fears.
I will wait for you when the weather
grows temperamental

I will ease your shake
when your feeling sentimental.

A hand in my palm,
and a pulse dressed in you
like a morning bird,
awakened,
everyday you're true.

- amynelson.

There's a man by my breast.
With the scent of the breeze.
Tonight, he's the trapper.
By daylight, the trees.

- amynelson.

I come to hear the forest
I come to taste it's charm
To dine on trees forgiveness
and to lick away the harm.
 
I've been afraid of our death

Keeping my eyes awake.

The love I have in my chest now,

Flows like the golden lake.

My love, do not fill my eyes.

Do not pinch until it pours.

My love, I will hold your toes,

forever, I am yours. 

I come to read for my love.

I come to beg away his traveler skin. 

I love you true, for all you do.

Let our love begin.

- amynelson. 

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

- williamblake.

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