If You Dig Right.
You're the first blue star on a half sunset_
You're the full blue moon when the sun bears rest,
When will blood strip from your horse' neck, to best
a Crown in the home of the world, of set?
Listen Child, the sky is full of blue stars
and the street is full of handsome beggars;
Beggars of fidel'ty while used by liars,
Beggars begging b'fore the bride's knee eagers
to kneel down on the mat of blissful home,
And on the crest of love like that of Rome–
Like the way of life– some will come to home
your heart with vain lips while they abuse you.
You know you're the bright star in a blue night?
Don't let the digger dig your first blood right,
Let Mr Right make love than to dig right;
If you dig right, Mr Right will seem sex's rite.
Wait to dig well like the holes when rain fall;
They don't dote the soil from mere cloud and fall
of giant winds, they're needle holes when the fall
from the eye of the sky; let him b' the fall.
"words from the innocent mind"