Whisper upon the wind sweet words of tolerance to me,
Allow this to bask in the smell of your fragrant flesh,
Exalt superior thoughts outward into this head of wits,
Favor in the company of this!
Let not the bounds of the everyday world put asunder;
these feelings and motives that run so deep,
Coursing, thundering gallant river,
Let no man let the parting come to make us weep.
For the black bird shall fly above our heads and melt our hearts,
Wishing for the teeth to grind, souring even the taste of tarts,
Candidly times tilted jest will ring,
and we shall still see the path a splendid thing!
Make way for the clear-headed to pass,
Our bodies in silence shall gather at this temple,
To relish the finer wines and dander at last-
We shall be free for all time to be ample.