Walkin on Air
Say ne'er to my heart that which is not love,
Insist I utter only deep response.
Forever is the hidden treasuretrove
Cherished throughout eternity's seance
Captured by deepest pain of my yearning,
Obscured inside startling consructs of thought:
Stillborn efforts as to never learning
Perfect accord with truth indeed as aught.
Except at times, I dare to say at least,
Perhaps a few sidetracks may be in view
Of some special event, maybe a feast,
Allowed because it will applaud the few;
Therefore my dear, wonders never shall end
The tryst oneself begets with a new friend.