Covert Brushes

In the covert brushes The wind neighs And the wind-driven Liquid sea rushes Up the golden sand And dashes Leaping dolphin-like Before On the dry hinterland And rocks of grey It ancient crushes. Even so In my youth I jumped My genes were strong My genes were budding In to the throes of puberty All All smiled and gladdened No blood Through any wound seeped Nor Horrid dream At night in the Sub-Conscious peep No Wise owl laughed loud laughs And I stood perplexed Surrounded by the dark Surrounded by the night I Human Nor Blew the gelid winds to make More drear and sad The sunset-scented pathways That no longer scent No No No