On Red Rolling Fair Table-top ; Might Long Care O' Flo'

Unending forever feeling the same
at those ajar or afar nor distant
So would that I could as I spark'd fly darkly
Staring at thee clean seas a-chair
buried in colourful sands
Should you turn to thee worm same story
Staring at me thence 'twere erupt a-broken
but thee light has done until down
We both feels better atleast on foot blurry
to find thee blue air amid uplifts henceforth
Great retreats spread thee day
entanglements of speech,
Grand sheets, love, peace, enrich'd me away
everlasting long thee ends meet with.
I did hear the waves crash
to roll across now in displacement
All them boulders dash'd everywhere
as we did then I into the ground a-tree ripp'd
O' where-so did you read it ?
& do what ye leaves to what you know will,
walk with thee like a-shadow first gleams up.