The white ducks fly
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All past the sun
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Their wings flap silver at the moon
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While waters rush down the mountaintops
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My [?] plays circus tunes
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I dance to the wonders of your feet
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And I sing to the joy of your knees
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The cold white dress on the mountain crest
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[?] the frozen tree
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The maple-[?] in the sky
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It seems to kiss the wind
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While scores of glittering [?] [?]
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I whistle symphonies of your face
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And laugh
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For your hair is so fine
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In startled reeds
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Of playground grass
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A child jumps rope to [?]
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Reeds and grass
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The marching drum
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They make a joyous sound
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She bends low with lust and love
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And falls [?] on the ground
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I hunger for your porpoise mouth
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And stand erect for love
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The sun burns up the winter sky
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And all the Earth is love
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Porpoise Mouth
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| Camper Van Beethoven |
