What’s in Your Mind, My Dove, My Coney? Peter Dickinson
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What's in your mind, my dove, my coney;
Do thoughts grow like feathers, the dead end of life;
Is it making of love or counting of money
Or raid on the jewels, the plans of a thief?
Open your eyes, my dearest dallier;
Let hunt with your hands for escaping me;
Go through the motions of exploring the familiar;
Stand on the brink of the warm white day
Rise with the wind, my great big serpent;
Silence the birds and darken the air;
Change me with terror, alive In a moment;
Strike for the heart and have me there
Do thoughts grow like feathers, the dead end of life;
Is it making of love or counting of money
Or raid on the jewels, the plans of a thief?
Open your eyes, my dearest dallier;
Let hunt with your hands for escaping me;
Go through the motions of exploring the familiar;
Stand on the brink of the warm white day
Rise with the wind, my great big serpent;
Silence the birds and darken the air;
Change me with terror, alive In a moment;
Strike for the heart and have me there
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