"...too deep for tears"

"Too Deep For Tears"

Engrave not my name on tombstones,
To a thistledown smartly tie,
And sky-bound like a kite fly.

Let's go window-shopping in Mars for motions
And enjoy wind surfing in its murky oceans.
Perhaps there could be concerts and jazz,
Where unruly Love would attend a class!

Wanderlust my Love seems to be,
Sneaking up on all who long to see!
lulling me with an aboriginal nursery:

A dingo nuzzled one sleepy child,
The child was numb with shock;
Had it been a lion at night,
In the fleecy sky of delight,
A pickle of feelings mocked.

S.M.Tibin