Lord My Love Don't You Know

We're going to be soaked in seed Divorced of low crawling weed We're going to be clematis climbers Entwining all we lambast—fast We're going to be flower chamfers Burning on the breeze to the last. We're going to be burning dreams Falling into fairy ring themes We're going to be petals in pools Dancing around daisy starlit moons We're going to be crisp winter days Before; another sleeps purple haze. We're going to be goblets in a stream Where all the salmon daydream We're going to be a millipede rainbow Under the bridal veil of happy tears We're going to be red carpet premiers Leaving; crystal footprints where we go. Lord my love don't you know? Lord my love don't you know? Lord my love don't you know?