[unclear: Song]

If you would be friend
here I've been and ve become
I'd be telling you.
But if you'd probe
I'll clam up.
For my soul's not the taking, love.
Not for you.
When I've private it's depths
Sea-green, blue, under the sun
seen through the of my mind,
and when the last crept home
I'll tell you what
So I'll be leaving
on the silent, quiet
down caverns of e skeins of feeling, love
and if I can untan
I'll come back to
just awakening.

Liz Rowe