Upturned

Like dew that falls on a distant leaf
Of some green valley we know not of
And pixies that play with all their grace
And fairies that fly with all their love
You too are magical.

On seraph wings you come in my dreams
Quoting Cicero’s Law-wise writings
And the words of Mary Magdalene
From up high your ivory tower
You do enchant my soul

And our wars of words make me go mad
But they’re never even close to drab
And sometimes though you be coquettish
When the time ticks right you turn tantric
And to heaven take me.

I’ve found my Lotte and she loves me too.
No more like young Werther will I cry
No more like Pierrot will I sigh
No more will I be incomplete
Now that you have kissed me.