My darling, my wife,
Consider the life 
We could share in a faraway land!
To love ‘neath the sky, 
To love and to die
In a playground of forests and sand.

The sunlight so hazy
And the breezes so lazy
Bare your charms to my mind and my soul.
Your mysterious eyes
And your comforting sighs
And your tears shining bright make me whole.

Ragged Clown, 2024
(after Baudelaire)

When shall we leave?