Mystic Poet
by Stanislaus
(California)
Come into my parlor and sit for a spell.
Please let me serve you a cup of warm tea by the cozy fire. Your hands feel cold but you will soon be warm.
Shall I read you a poem I wrote. you are very kind to listen and share, and remember, you will find your heart is safe here. -
To die a thousand times for love
I've never done before,
to die if only in your arms and live forever more.
To drown beneath a stormy sea with cloudy skies above,
a painted heart on my gravestone
will show I died for love.
And if you see me now and then
there floating in the mist,
a spirit wandering about
who never once was kissed.
In common with all gentlemen
who take a tender hand,
forever floating on the seas
and never reaching land.
