Half poem, half song, something borrowed, something new ...
Lyrics
I took to you, the open road
Unsure of what I'd find
An anagram of where I "strode"
In a whim-born state of mind
A book by you that caught my eye
What story will unfold ?
I trust your words. We cannot die
In "The land of never grow old"
Through yellow haze and bathed in light
Your curves attract my finger
Which like that gaze will burn all night
If joined by yours they linger
Your body traps the orange glow
And rides the sun-kissed oak
Absorbed by you in turn I know
It's gone beyond a yoke
On honey moons we'll heaven late
Flirting with dawn's crack
'Til morning sees me meditate :
I've been to hell, to hell 'n' back !
I thought your plough was hard to miss (Artemis)
With seven stars aglow
On ancient myths I reminisce
So bear with me Callisto
But can you hear that distant hack ?
I fear your oak is dead
On me your knave and lumberjack
You'll learn to lean instead
I'll be your tree, your wooden leg
Your Easter bunny hollow
Your Long John Silver cribbage peg
Your twig and twin Apollo
A raven's nest, ingenious bed
With polar bear and pillow
A moonlit perch way overhead
Where owls will come and go
Lost in a photograph of you
