God whispering in a seashell Beside the wishing well Beneath the wishing well Beneath the skies Where seagulls dwell

Jumped through the hulahoop The hole in zero The whole of the hole whole Now Hair and bones

Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there

No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain

My rusty convertible In her daze gleamed of a scorchiin… Whilst by the rain she suffered Her oily paint slowly she shed Now she lies within the gates

Perfection Cheap Broken sunglasses Always So true Aint it as factual

Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens

Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah

Rain is falling down Thunders crashing all around Nevertheless Don’t stress Turn the lights down low

Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets

Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees

Perched upon a branch. High in the jungle trees Toucan Sam When darkness looms Nothing sees

Once alive yet never dead Children’s spring summertime laugh… In the air and skies overhead Omnipresent love Sunshine and breezes

The river has run dry No fruit upon the vine Creatures abounding in the heat, caves and valleys discreet Nothing left to do

Quiet silhouettes Silencing an aching mind Between eyes not yet blind Within window quarters Along sides