The sound of real music-
Not sex, drugs, or other talent trap crutch!
No real music, not money cows!
I hear a real voice sing,
It is your words,
Be true, in loving, symphony!
Few true sounds but you,
Yet to dawn- Dawn Treader, dread, tread!
Dear lover- I would come to you!
But you must come instead- to me!
Do you love me as of yet?
Wait until God said,
And find me over oceans,
Love, love me from my bottom to the top of my head,
And from my toes, and hill-
To my bottom's dear rest!
We know each other intuitive- think!
Knowledge of soul!
I hear true music within your being!