My House

The image of the poet's in the breeze

Canadian geese are flying above the trees

A mist is hanging gently on the lake

My house is very beautiful at night



My friend and teacher occupies a spare room

He's dead, at peace at last the wandering jew

Other friends had put stones on his grave

He was the first great man that i had ever met



Sylvia and i got out our ouija board

To dial a spirit, across the room it soared

We were happy and amazed at what we saw

Blazing stood the proud and regal name delmore



Delmore, i missed all your funny ways

I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said

My dedalus to your bloom, was such a perfect wit

And to find you in my house makes things perfect



I really got a lucky life

My writing, my motorcycle and my wife

And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry

Is living in this stone and wood house with me



The image of the poet's in the breeze

Canadian geese are flying above the trees

A mist is hanging gently on the lake

Our house is very beautiful at night



Our house is very beautiful at night

Our house is very beautiful at night

Our house is very beautiful at night


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