To My Mystery [05-02-01]

Every time I dance a dream-drop
Through the coils of your mind,
I am oft inebriated
In the offered serpentine

Myst’ry of a cautious rhythm,
Sound obeisance seen in thought,
I am often captivated
Learning from what I have taught.

Who disturbs your peaceful vigil,
Penetrates your liquid mind?
Who can ever corrugate you
To the whim and dirge of time?

My own cynic cycle slumbers
In the parodies of charm,
When withal I die encumbered
In two sinew-folded arms.