Come with me
you need to see
The carefree breeze
Over the great blue sea
The sea churns at its mere wisp
Like your heart did in love's grip
Where is the red in your blood gone
And has the winter chilled your soul
Yet such is a momentary passing
For you will write over and again
Of these valleys and valets
Wallets and volleys
Winds, and wind chimes
Seas and good times
And then you will warm up
So come, start,
Let disconnectedness be your Muse.