I\u2019ll be your personal poet
\nYou be my reader and voice
\nNo one else ever need know it
\nWe\u2019ll offer no other the choice<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be your personal poet
\nI\u2019ll write every day just for you
\nThe lines on my face will not show it
\nWe\u2019ll age just one day for each two<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll write them in torrents, in floods
\nIn gushers and geysers they\u2019ll come
\nAs trees in the spring with bees on their buds
\nSweet honey drips, thrum thrumming hum<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll be your personal poet
I\u2019ll follow you into your dark
And when you\u2019re alone, you will know it
I\u2019m waiting to write you a spark<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll send you my words as a blanket
\nYou\u2019ll rub them all over for heat
\nWarm and as safe as blanket
\nRhythmic and salty and sweet<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Come evenings, in winter and autumn
\nWhen the fires and embers have dimmed
\nPriceless, we couldn\u2019t have bought \u2018em
\nThese poems have the seasons all limned <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the last rays of sunshine have fled for the west
\nBaby that\u2019s when these open, we\u2019ll break out the best!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I am your poet, your Pan!
\nIn summer and springtime and all
\nI\u2019ll write \u2018em and sing \u2018em as best as I can
\nJust for you, from now \u2018til we fall<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when we have fallen in shadow
And age makes a mock of our bones
I\u2019ll write us some light – en fandango
And we\u2019ll dance on each other\u2019s headstones!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019ll be your personal poet You be my reader and voice No one else ever need know it We\u2019ll offer no other the choice I\u2019ll be your personal poet I\u2019ll…<\/p>\n