Intangibles For "lolita"

I am a man of simple taste An island child And talk to my neigbors face to face Where lush trees beguile Birds, not man. I have seen trees smoking In lime kiln fires Just for crossing a man's desire. I want more than ashes Plumed In the kaleidoscope of fire. Here with dull keyboard That cackles clicking strange Sounds, I make sterile music That communicate to living Breaths of fresh air In far away places I do not know And wish there was a riverbank Our flesh upon the soft grass Come to pass Like an island dream Hidden things unwing the mind to fly Comrades behind a distant screen Of chips and fragmented light Fall alone Each divided hour Do I truly yearn alone To meet my friends And make a paradise Forever? My only hope of immortality here Is what you remember Of my peasant songs.