Cavemen and bears are there in my dreams,
In this calling I am intending for thee,
To know that forever, forever, forever I dream.
Baying in tales and rare in the snow,
Bathed by the river and blessed I know,
On wings to endeavor forever, and ever to hold.
The markings of these,
Insatiable pleas,
Are leaving me needing,
The honey to sweeten my tea.
Drink myself crazy and beat myself sore,
I cannot go out to sea anymore,
With the winds and whales and gulls and gails and stars.
My stories are true,
My worries are few,
My worlds are two,
But my mornings with you.
The love that has milked me has left me serene,
I cannot be guilty of any old thing,
Except that forever, forever, forever I dream.
