The Sly Dog

The Richness!
Oh the Richness!
It surrounds us
With abounding mystery,
And romance.

It swallows the fear,
It quells the tear,
It kills the demons,
The hounds and the deer.

If there ever was a place,
Where I would have to stay..
Wrapped up in my mortal coil,
Not shuffling,
But staying put,
In a metaphysical sense,
It would be in the thick
Of that amazing grace,
That willowed woberbottom,
The swampy lagoon of
High times and low,
Soft,
Sweet,
Melodies.

Oh good Lord,
Fly me there,

Quick.

Now.