Ahoy!
Tiss the day dreamer up ahead

He's heart pure aureate
An unreal trepidation
He's hair curly n black
As a tigers` eye

Ahoy
Black sailor
Why take you my love.

For all eternity and more,
Answer vividly. And answer well

For, ever seagulls in my dreams
For the sounds of ocean in my cryptical sleep
And for the image of dissolution when I awake

Ahoy ye mate of ship
Your laughter is mellisonant to my ears
Your songs for a lost lass
Warmthen my murky heart

Dearest love,
A letter of salutation
A letter of a deist
For whom is my freedom to be given or taken from?
For you love? For you not to be taken lightly as morning
dusk
And to be fallen on yours, when dawn?

Ahoy!
Tiss every song of mine and yours to a sleepless dream in my
ship
Tiss yours alone to be fed by my hinded mind,
To be slaughtered,
By whishes of a new
Poem

For me?