Step Aside Shakespeare

XXVII

PART ONE

True, a bird may cometh to adore a

fish, yet dwelleth? So the tragic question

begs. Their love did spin hues of blue but still

art divided - high and low. Then, shall I

fashion for thee wings of gold where azure

heavens painteth a scene of union? And

let the sea and sky no more withhold our

love, united beneath heaven's vast sheen?

But wings for me? Nay, I am of the earth,

my place is reserved amidst the ground. To

scaleth the heavens? 'Tis a dream of mirth!

I cannot go beyond where soil is found.

Doest love not giveth thee the desire

to reacheth above thine own limits?