When books of poetry fill, swagger dies
The muse sighs- thoughts in a standstill.
A laugh, a smile and then I show you,
Glimpses of dreams cast in china blue.
Walk with me by the sea,
As smoke blows away from mystery.
The oceans have no memory.
In the waves let’s our walled thoughts immerse,
And let the ocean churn up a china blue verse.
Every beautiful thing must slip into oblivion.
But to forget something-one must relive and remember.
Another lover falls to the universe
And the oceans have no memory
Except that of immersed verse,
Cast in china blue and reverie.
/*Ginsberg has a surprise reference watch for it.*/
Let Mr.Wilson tell you about the water and memories
