You join up the dots of the stars my love
With your patterned impassionate being
Reflecting below what’s mirrored above
Rich-sequined your fabric of feeling
Casually spendthrift the joy that you’ve sewn
Causally spindrift, engagingly freed
Harvesting concepts, organically grown
Wittily warm anthropological creed
The gilded arpeggio of moonlight
Which butterfly soft-wings your thinking
Fritillary froth-daffled the insight
Of your Mesopotamian a-musing
disarmingly charmingly, conspiring
In a furnace of creative inquiring
