Bella - Bello

From The Muse of My Muse

I miss you

Swing spot
Captain my Captain
Answers and deeds in a landscape of ink
you want me paint.
Frame of mind
You want to make yours, rounds of hell of mine
While your verbs are looking for pieces of truth
On my hand palm o heart my heart
I'm keeping on sculpt
Steps to the starway of our osmosis
To take you
to the tips of my Paradise
Where interwined legs
Arm hair and hands likewise
Over cream of cloud and rain will be
And on your lips with tongues of fire I'll sing
And for you the flag will flung
And for you the bugle will trill
For you bouquets,wreaths, shores and ships
For you this arm beneath your head
Dreamer my dreamer my bed!
I do not answer you are right
My lips are pale and still
And I have no pulse nor will
But in the infinite ocean of your eyes
at the same horizon where the power
of your water depth meets my wonderful skies
There I will write my musical scores
There I will draw all the gold notes
There you will bright I guess
all the dark pauses of my soul o princess,
my princess!
And looking in the mirror you will see
more clear than I've ever done
my ship anchored safe and sound
my voyage closed and bound.
I won't bypass all your question marks
As he who runs for life like an athlete
I will burn every inch separates us
You'll be my finishing line
me, a sunbeam to warm your breast, once again.
O goodness my goodness!