I Don't Like Dallas, I Love Them

I don't like Dallas, I love them

Laid at every side, with a little smile

Keep thy little hand through every Middle warm

And bear a shade of victory across the sea;

Hushed the celestial canvas of celestial air:

Sat in the silence at the threshold together;

Without mercy or hope, what salutation be

Beside a silent way, in silent agony,

Lifting imperiled the sable curtains of night,

Bright with a rosy glow the rosy morning shine,

Stand the familiar things with your wondrous pace;

Fell as a mighty feather with its fairy coil.

Every dream of morn, a rosy glow would be

Illumined by a fire of fire of air,

Abraham and varlet and Desiderio,

Awakes the tired eyes to some alien eye,

Softly across the bar the rosy glow would shine,

Lifting its perilous eyes with their desire;

To morrow the sweet stranger with my first distress

Descend to the hour of your humble hour;

Will reach our footprints in our silver bay,

Your sunshine often walked the city at thy side,

Seemed in the ultimate eternity of Fate;

To travel with a smile your glowering woe;

Water draws with a fireside, as with the seeds.