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
No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain
My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat
Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah
Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights
Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there
Oil leaks and elbow grease Men at work Tuesdays through the week Thursday eve comes Birthing of Fridays oblique
The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps
In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows
Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens
Chaos chemistry In dreamy eyes Only true love exists The rest lies Lies told
God whispering in a seashell Beside the wishing well Beneath the skies Where seagulls dwell The forces of nature
Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness