Odessa

Ride horses to mountain crests, my lover chides, dance again like the rest, an altar to the moon, is that wise, can you be so soon, my heart breaks in my breast, i want to tell her why. fools are not the eldest, break free of lonely tunes, feel my spirits fly, kids are not the ruin, all my love isn't less, than some innocent lie, told at Saint Clemence's, sail to the inventive West, eyes blazing wide, our darkened sea is blessed, my worries on the tide.