Broader concepts of the new day Half risen sun on the horizon Bright is the bay Beneath the glowing stratosphere Clarity, warmth
My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam
The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps
Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens
In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows
My dearest I have seen you in my dreams Could you be loved Allow me to introduce you To the love deep inside of me
Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees
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
No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain
Rain is falling down Thunders crashing all around Nevertheless Don’t stress Turn the lights down low
Perfection Cheap Broken sunglasses Always So true Aint it as factual
Jumped through the hulahoop The hole in zero The whole of the hole whole Now Hair and bones
