The Due in Dew

The love is due in dew
in two by two
and more and many
and all as if
clairvoyant domes-
sublime the tiny architecture,
will rest on green and gracious frond...
to tell us on and on and on.
The Love is due in dew
in rhythm new and true and you
and us and two by two
and more and many.
And though there's love and love and lose
And though the tick is ever versed my dearest dears,
our dew is first
at morning burst
in sweet reminding...
she'll leave a hundred thousand two by twos and more and many
Pearls of time
to rhyme and chime and call that every piece might catch the sun
in every newest sky reply.
The love is due in dew
in now and ever and two by two and more and many
and you.