Those dreams of mine;
Shape shift and twine...

I wonder if you know I love you so;
As vast that you can dream, as real as touch...

My darling Marie utters to me
“my love I will marry thee...

When I behold the blossom hues of spring
My eyes unfurl into the buds of hope...

In homage - splicer of Aladdin's reel;
a bow, beneath the centered piece so drawn...

Tho' I have aged, her grave appears as new;
Instilled in time with time that stole her youth...

It seems that the unborn
whom passed before birth...

If soared beside a pearly cradled rose
therein a rattling joy; o' stillborn child...

Could which of nature's art, out-glow her grace?
Of silver specks in night, I start with ease...

'Tis quite balmy here by the bay
dally I may and sand I play...

The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume
as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day...

My heart beat's a faithful song
once covered by my sin...