Where is the one
-- That foolish man foolish enough --
To want such fowl
O petty poser of the pretentious mind,
Would a sailor be gone
But where a sea meets up a sky ?
Mindless dirtling, avidly blind,
Would a sailor depart
But to follow freely after his heart ?
He sails the wind, you see, and rides the eastern tide,
Over an alien sea, on top of a thunder cloud.
One night of June when the Summer was young
His ship sailed out with silent sails of silver sound.
He passed the line where his blue sea met up a sky
Carrying with him a chest full of my heart
And, on his skin, the last kiss of my eye.
Who would I be,
Up the free bird
I love and cry
2 U, always, Pi of my heart.