If I Could Think

Methinks I hear a whisper
Of a sound not wholly pure
of a word so gentle'ness uttereth
such as the night in store

Whence sprung forth the loins of beasts
That they themselves adhere
methinks of me a thought to see
star gazers of a tear

Methinks in darkness able
such clarity in view
in sweetness breath of lotus breast
the sobs of nights fresh dew

So thinks me, of me a thought
methinks I think of thee
What fire's kiss, of love in this
Methinks of thee to me