Undine

What you create, with me as your creed, leaves me intestate, a tune with broken tones, in that dreadful scene, when you left home, you didn't hesitate, to polish the dream, shine the moon’s oblate, blow the wind cold, it knows what you;ve seen, the clouds grow bold the clock turns again, don’t dance in the cream, show a generous face , like you’re never old , be brave enough to scream, don’t care what I’ve done, settle it with me.