Sails

The moon told me that you could sigh

For all these heavy-heart goodbyes

And she’d put wind back in your sails

When you were ready to inhale

Q.R.V.

I would twist and twirl and tug

The noumenon of thee;

For I have hidden ‘neath the rug,

A vial of Q.R.V.

Q.R.V.

Oh, you could lure my ship to shore

Soul left beyond the sea

And on a cliff, we’d share a sniff

Or two, of Q.R.V.

Q.R.V.

Beware her ties and starry eyes

Keep hands upon your knees;

For with a grin, she’ll serve you gin

Enhanced with Q.R.V.

Green

I press my hand into the ground

The God of Science shall compound

And so your hand will feel my rush

In waves of light, of love, of lush

To the Lip

The moon asked me to fill your cup

With yarns and rhymes from sailors’ sups

Each time your soul doth take a sip

You’ll fill hers up back to the lip

Mantra 2

When you fear you’ve lost your way

Your compass spinning in this fray

Find the truest North that lies within

The truest North; where you begin

Wonderland

We persuaded powdered angels

Clutched hot cocoa in our hands

And whetted winter’s whimsies

In Imaginationland

Libertas Virtuti

The moon told me we must stay true

To what makes me, me, and what makes you, you

If we can hold on, steadfastly

We’ll know libertas virtuti

Only For

Oh, but I know

This is more than a rhyme

‘Cause I want nothing from, only for,

Him this time