To venture forth in time and space.
When earth, my bed doth make.
Through expansive void, may I race.
In search, "For Love's Own Sake".

A "Poet's Dream" is mine, each day.
In sleep or wake, they rise.
To stand upon a sunlit ray,
To reach true love, my prize.

Not yet to streak in empty space.
Fore earth is yet my bed.
To wonder aimless, place to place.
In shadow and dark, I dread.

Win some, loose some, as they say.
I exist to do my part.
Help misfortuned, where I may.
When does win some start?

Honor me with words now kind,
When grave and I are one.
Unknown to this world, so unkind,
A life in shadowed sun.