D. K. Heqet

Pot of Gold

Drifting skies and forward fire,

Take me somewhere,
where it’s quiet.
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Lift up and sea,
be my ocean blanket.

I’ll follow you into the darkness.

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Let’s go, let’s go.

Don\'t look back,

I can feed things that you lack.

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Into a rainbow, or down the road,

You are a readying pot of gold.

Just hold me here and don’t let go.

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With golden eyes that swoon me so softly,
let’s furnish this love in fine mahogany.

Expensive taste, to touch alike,

Feeling you fills me with light.

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Brightness and evergreen,
but you do not so see...

What comes in twos makes for a scenic scene.


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How can something taste so good?

Too touch a such would do me no good.

As my paupers and peasants crowd round your fire,

burning up, sick and filled with desire.


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Just show me the signals,
I‘ll follow the signs.

Tell me now,
are we following along the same lines?