Draws You Nearby My Forest Pools

Calls its muse a-pocket symphony apart beholds
A-heart that murmurs
Heard only a-soul under what mutters back but show it
To jump from another offset flat on up
To every place I run
Short theory is a-poem, next hill, a-green field
Flutes without horns around the measures
Of your eyes clear (in) A-second wind last'd
You found pleasure
A-crystal gem mine by thought radiates later how
Would in nature overland & skylines want'd flung
Whichever demands are at footnote O' the mist
Matters I hate to remind you stood steadfast
Real stormy weathers whatever we go thru thunder
Ode to sweet pencils
(in) By, cool & refreshing, warm & soft at heart
Spring sprung grass half afloat grows worlds to
Parts unknown lightly surface we made hurry
Ode to falling arches
Cloud shift'd intense (in) Fountains to pens own'd
Will dwell I dipp'd & dott'd so much to keep
I thought over & over it wasn't so long ago dropt
Well Well Well Walk Walk Walk outta time
A-bright cloud of moons unreflective
I've sent you off into the far dark to soar
Went outta light as that contains & remains here
A-experience shining
Displays it's raining as free as the sun shining
Ashes (in) Glittering spirals beneath has to
Gotta go (in) Spaces, images
O' perceptual signs transparent again
Outta ways how small
(in) All (in) All or other than to do break on thru
A-white ball rolling around on tables
Upon the stages endless for walls.
Draws you nearby my forest pools
Tis to be O' thee I see,
Revisions up by my results I rejoice at
Calls its muse a-pocket symphony apart beholds
A-heart that murmurs
Heard only a-soul under what mutters back poet.