THE PASSIONATE POET TO HIS PARAMOUR

The Chilean poet Pablo Neruda said that a poem doesn't belong to the poet, it belongs to whoever needs it.
On that basis I thought it was time to offer some of my own efforts in case they are any use to anyone.
It will take me some time to write them all so for a start here is the latest of my work. It began as an exercise based on the three words 'come with me' and became a present day version of Christopher Marlowe's
'The Passionate Shepherd to his Love'
I offer you 'The Passionate Poet to his Paramour'

Come with me there's still a chance
To see the purple unicorns dance

We'll sail the Western wind one night
Until we meet the morning light

I'll show you were wild sonnets grow
We'll ride a dolphin at the rodeo

Then walk across Lake Windermere
And somersault from the chandelier

Dance the limbo, paint the stars
Hitch a weekend trip to Mars

Then fly by kite to Samarkand
Learn the sitar, join a band

And sing sad songs in harmony
Then busk the blues in C and G

We'll find the square root of minus one
And serve it up on a Chelsea bun.

Then at the university
We'll take a Joyfulness degree

So------should you happen to be free
Take a chance
and come with me.