The girl I met in Eridu
Was kind beyond belief;
The hours that I spent with her
Were hours far too brief.
Where willows shade the river bank,
She urged that I recline.
She fed me figs and poured me full
Of pomegranate wine.
I told of force and time and space,
I told of hence and yonder;
I asked if she would come with me
To know my worlds of wonder.
She clasped her knees; her voice was soft;
"It dazes me to ponder
The blazing stars and tintamars,
The whirling ways you wander!
"You are you and I am I,
And best that you return.
And I will stay in Eridu
With all this yet to learn."
R.I.P. mad poet, you will be missed dearly