Compose Yourself My Sweet-Pea Flower

Compose yourself my sweet pea flower And face this here inferno' of the sun, Smile back; enjoy every day, every hour! Embrace everybody as were your little son. What's the point in hiding, weeping? Hiding in a necklace of dark shadows Rivers might sneak into the mangroves But off …off to open water, aren't we sinking? Where oceans dance, shore to shore— Little feet should be shingled, shiny, wet: For sure little girl—you shouldn't find regret. Live life like a mermaid, washed ashore— Weep not lowly with a heavy-head or heart. Like some pale pinkish, Christmas hellebore It's your first mishap! It's nothing-to-deplore Loves centre clockwise to everything counterpart And a whole lot more.