Never to be mainstream

Like water on my tongue
Like nectar to a bee
Like incense to a flower, sprung!
Is your love too me?

Have I the weight of wings
To find the healings
Of greater living things!
The green tinctures bright!
That all inspiring light!

Am I a man of a good moral heart?
(Question) has it not all just tapered-
Off into yet another convoluted
Dream of art
Never to be anchored
Never to be answered
Never to be mainstream
Yet another pointless bit of babble
A fairytale in a pipedream.