Maritime Wind

 With a bare lip gloss 

 Color the mist 

 Mar the maize ——

 to le manly maple syrup 

 Lick it all 

 Und blow mahogany bubbles 

 Magnify le magnitude 

 Light the stars 

 Mantle yer lust ——

 till the maiden goes far 

 Write in yer manuscript 

 As a loot

 Might there be teals

 grazing in a marsh land

 Old stream meanders through——

 clear meadows

 Be there meek cloud flies

 When no mastermind had born

 Who stood there

 Awoken by lyrics of theirs