Worth Saving

Never be bewildered That my instincts submerged In the malevolence and Dearness of the world Could have been reinvigorated By you, saved and renewed Just like a resurging lep When the latter opts out I am created of giant solid rocks Stationary but mutable And you the damp feel Of winter fur lies Songs of fresh breeze Declines as cascades And my lyrics being lawns Of undulating grass Silent chirps and murmurs I expected less but asked nothing That deep undemanding tenderness I gravely wish to offer a little space To achieve my dreams in yours.