Warm-blooded
breast, face of roseate delight,
Child,
confirm here is home free of strife.
“When
thou wakest, it is thy dear,” and life
Lifetime
of your flesh attuned to the light.
Drink
the cool water to cool your body,
The
red wine to warm you against the cold.
Ply
the air with earthy words and bold,
Your
words, fed by care thrilling and moody.
The
past is dead blues, ancestors provoked,
And
blue the fairy realm, ideas and dreams;
Hurt
that means no harm; heal that cannot be bought.
Glassy
you stare through sea-thought and sky-thought
Grown-ups
scatter wildly, their faults and schemes,
Constructions
charmed glaziers with skill evoke.
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