sweet ebbing

Calypso sweet ebbing to my soul

You take my heart, lines across the eyes

Sweetest lover of feathered lines, traced emboss

Laced fingertips to each Celtic spoken words low

 

Calypso speaking love, words just from his hands

He plays the soul with softest tender care

I feel his strangers love cationic stare

My flowering tears, fill his champagne glass, his loving lass

 

 

Calypso designed roses falling etchings in divine

Each feathered promise laid in treasures lake, sweet sadness vine

Finding each song filled with embossed love notes

Shared in the forever winds carried to each lovers anode