Rustic melody

To unwrap the time in my head one day
I would surely first allow myself
Inhale a strong sparkly fizz of solace
Beneath her crystal beam by the river,
Then unfold piece by piece with waterworks ;
And if a conscientious sailor would spot me
And ask me why I declare solitude,
I might whisper your name in the breeze
But I will definitely hum the flattery notes
You once composed when everything was like a dawn;
And when melody ceases in the waves,
I shall begin to compose my own;
I don't know if another sailor would pass by
While I croon my organic verses one after the other,
But one thing I'm sure of is the whistling zephyr
That would tune in to my intoxicating chorus
What perfect rustic melody would it give!
What quintessential rhythm of the night!

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