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 one single drop divine!