I dream repeatedly of your laughing presence,
but cannot wake to find your love street residence.
The light from your flashing eye ever teases me;
Yet when I look again, you are much too busy.
How do I finagle an invite to the dance?
How do I make good on your sweet amorous glance?
God help us to believe in our own ridiculous pain;
And may we never hoard our huge enduring blame!
God help us to box it up and give it to him:
The ocean of purity accepts all our sin.
The lord and master’s humor is quite infinite,
and his laugh and smile equally definite.
Darvish was stumbling after a bottle of wine,
when the master offered a single drop divine!
