SLOWLY, SLOWLY RUN, HORSES OF THE NIGHT

Dewdrops sparkling´n the morning, do turn me into a fog,
like´n airport in the mist, and my flight cannot take up,
nor leave behind, thirsty cry,
this hearty puddle, nestling love,
but choice of a wrong tree.
For two times, perfect shadows,
port tide to watch a pleasure jaw,
fell I´n love, for two times,
sharpened razors for a hunting mind,
starboard tide to eddy such glory streams,
they did with me. By desire,
oh!, devils and gods, into existence brought,
let me down to hell, or up to sky,
as quick as ye on your solitary drive.