Gods sat in bamboo chairs and made br strange gestures, man is so afraid br he lacks esteem, his mind is odd br he longs yet cannot be a god. br Man looks to the horizon's ridge br but overlooks nearby, the bridge. br He frets, so hands cease beckoning br and chooses thus a reckoning, br he whispers to his inner ear br denies the coward's heavy fear br protect and serve, he says aloud br his breath gives life to a dark cloud br and as he seeks the cooling shade br ye gods pour down their lemonade. br Small drops descend and kiss the cave br no warrior could betray the brave, br he sees the beauty of creation br but hurries to the subway station. br What was ordained will never be br and she, the wife, stands like a tree br she is not his, and soon is found br a statue, frozen to the ground. br And while her senses seek their trance br the southern breezes come to dance, br come drink ye bees and butterflies br wipe salty tears from hopeful eyes, br and pigeons living near the Lake br take one small word for love's own sake. br Like angel dust love graced my skin, br united we will be in sin. br br br For my drippy little swimmer girl.