A Plea

We can go back again to the beginning of our love We return across languid gulf of languishing waves And walk barefooted on the morning sand We can in the cold of wind hold each others hand And tell stories light as the gull above green And dappling sea, O let us go back, my friend And flex and bend our iron scruples to dance Like a supple rhyme, or mento music frolicking Where each tide rise and break upon the bar. I am ready to leave all this, just be my guiding star.