In Timbers and Teaks

Take it all away and
stamp it into dust,
For I am at the go
and I don’t need that rust.

Let me find rest amidst
those that I seek,
By them I shall live
in timbers and teaks.

Where is rain and
where is the breeze,
Where are clouds to
Cover the yellow beast.

Leaving all behind, I search
For that land
Where I can grow myself
something in the sand.

Break all bounds just
To lie down on the
and sing to myself
from morning to sundown.

“Let the streams flow and
Let the air blow,
Let the hills talk
While I take a walk”

I wish to linger awhile,
hidden from foul and vile,
In pursuit of you and I,
Invisible to the dark eye.

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