Debbie Guzzi - a Rejoinder

Great mentor, of my virtual paradise Half muse, half woman Yet between the spirit and the flesh Still of all compassion full Do you still come to read and stretch your time In full ease with discomforts woven for my bed? And would tell me still Your love within a prayer I may clasp While words churn me like a sugar mill? I read your siren's serenade: "Rise and grasp the thing you long for, Know better than to let it swim by, Court your dreams" And thought rise I surely can And grasping has no domain in vanity But that thing I longed for What form or figure or shape embraces it What formula of flesh or frame of spirit For I too have heard that El Dorado is real And might have passed it in my zeal Not ever having seen it before, nor knowing now What shall I gain by its possession or how It swims me by An electron in the orbital of dreams By some uncertainty's principle lost And for this I pay one poem per cost One bleeding heart To ransome a universe of dreams.