In the middle of the night Spooked scared I’m full of fright By the night owls Lonely wolves
Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees
In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows
Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah
Sunshine Fluffy white clouds rain Rainbows Doves within
Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat
The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps
Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating
No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain
The moon glows Upon my mind Alone is the pain of yesterday —I let her go The twilights glow
When im sad and lonely Feeling blue I think of all The things that you do Your love warms my heart
En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam
Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness
Quiet silhouettes Silencing an aching mind Between eyes not yet blind Within window quarters Along sides
The river has run dry No fruit upon the vine Creatures abounding in the heat, caves and valleys discreet Nothing left to do