Strange Thing

Tonight you come tip toe into my mind like a room Where first I tasted the rich elixir of your tongue And made you promises that I meant to keep Without knowledge of the savage rocks of doom Tonight something like jasmine Or your perfume lingers in the air Like a memory of happy days gone And though I love you still I ask my heart why would it not let you in again And my heart flinching in its pain Tells me that I could not be happy again Because you carry now the salt of too many seas And would compare me to all your memories And the barnacle from some distant and primitive dock Would crust my quay and litter my rock. This is a strange thing to me.