I just sent across
A message to you
O’er the wildest of tsunamis,
The sense of eternity pervading
In the pits of my stomach,
Pain notwithstanding,
Twill be a great delight
To have the occasion
Of thy countenance
Of thy poetry
Upon the screen of my imagination,
So feel free
To send your philosophy,
As I drink from thine eyes,
Of which the blood flows
Like nectar of everlasting imagery
Let your works and mine
Combine
Ian,
To create the world’s
Most everlasting mystery
I kneel down my friend,
Poet and master to thee
But slave
None shall call me.