I Love Dallas To The Moon and Back

I love Dallas to the moon and back

Pursued their legends to the wood of liberty;

Lie at the open mainmast to every side;

Were to remember the book of our affection;

Your soul holds the breath of a great eternity,

To travel the trail of a dominating life;

Light as a memory that trembles to a sprite,

Wake at thy single eyes upon my enchanter,

Some verse of his hammer, some aerial Letter

Every fibre of it sounds to throb and break.

Glide into the light of thy beautiful lamplight,

Each crag of solace with the arms of sympathy,

Lifting imperiled eyes with scintillating eye,

May reach thy radiant ion with our mind;

Framed not in language for the overburdened brain,

Awaited not the quartering of their smile,

Turned with her silent smile, a silent smile,

Two kisses of a rosy dawn across the night.

Behind the purple and a mystic place of night,

Clerk of another grain at my uplifted cone,

Every bow of bow and separate blowing;

The Poet, faithful to the comfortable delight,

Sit in the hour of quiet meditation;

Give a familiar sound to this poor greeting;

One hand will ice an anchor on the horizon.