Tonight you come tip toe into my mind like a room
Where first I tasted the rich elixir of your tongue
And made you promises that I meant to keep
Without knowledge of the savage rocks of doom
Tonight something like jasmine
Or your perfume lingers in the air
Like a memory of happy days gone
And though I love you still
I ask my heart why would it not let you in again
And my heart flinching in its pain
Tells me that I could not be happy again
Because you carry now the salt of too many seas
And would compare me to all your memories
And the barnacle from some distant and primitive dock
Would crust my quay and litter my rock.
This is a strange thing to me.