Could Such an Honest Person Have a Foe?

When in your warm arms worries freeze in time,

bright sunlight on snow, a song so mellow,

you are a cheerful breeze, a soothing rhyme,

could such an honest person have a foe?

Your soul is a ship, in waters of gold,

a glittering moon, looming above fears,

a starlit room, near a mountain so old,

by the Id, a river of bitter years -

smiling you light the room, a sweet sunrise

sweeping away clouds, keeping the world calm,

like a rainbow in a city of lies,

lifting me from the depths of doubt and harm:

you doubt the worth of gentle qualities,

and yearn for looks and cheap commodities.