I Have Been Holding A

Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.

I Am But One More Drop In The Great Sea Of Matter, Defined, With The Ability To Realize My Existence.

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.

I Dreamed That You Bewitched Me Into Bed And Sung Me Moon-struck, Kissed Me Quite Insane. (i Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.)