Out of here

I don't want to squander what I've been given
Don't want to wander too far or get riven
By an ax of mistakes that comes in and makes
Little genuflects of jealousy's snakes

I don't want to hear from the swans on the blower
The white cream bun ice flakes
Sent in storms that flower
Like paper weights, the leaves of fate
Are falling from time's tree of late
And don't want to be the only one
To know her

Some where in the kindled darkness
Lies a glowing coal
Of all the sparks of human kindness
That light up a soul

Somewhere in the trees bowl
The heart wood beats its thud
The cows in the morning field
Likewise chew their cud

And far from all of this city
Of hectic vice
Lies a land so pure and pretty
They call paradise

A toppling now the tower of verse
Leans over like in Pisa
And all the words fritter worse
Like a confetti's glitter

They fall upon the heads
Of the wedding guest
And the bride whose blessed
To take her rest
In the busy bridal bed