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Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
Aeolian Heart
Dear wind, gentle breeze
Blowing through my lover’s heart
The song called my name
And quelled my beating breast
The lilting song
Drew me barefoot through the night
A lucky bird in the snare of your heartstring
The Aeolian Heart
Of my lover as clear as the
Crystalline note of the harp
The first and only music
I’ve known and been known by
Skillful musician
You play my body
You bring me to ecstasy
Then from you I bear fruit
Over and over and over
You strum
Aeolian Heart, my Aeolian Love
I journey to you through the mists
You, my destiny
I pine for you
Deep in my deep
We, the dance of life
Sing sweet depths
We create the new worlds
Aeolian Heart your fragrance incites me
I’m coming to you
I’m coming to our bed of sweet grass
Strewn with chamomile
There we will lay while the bonfires burn
There we will meld in red driven abandon
Til the morn
Pan of the lovely horns
The dawn will bring the breeze again
And I will sup on your
Windy music
Aeolian Heart
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