Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens
Oil leaks and elbow grease Men at work Tuesdays through the week Thursday eve comes Birthing of Fridays oblique
Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there
Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights
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
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
The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps
Hawks say no Jones in I don’t want x wife Lost love Fading into
Chaos chemistry In dreamy eyes Only true love exists The rest lies Lies told
Rain is falling down Thunders crashing all around Nevertheless Don’t stress Turn the lights down low
Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight
Sound bites the dust Dreamy starshine Sunshine burst births lovely green…
Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness
Big and beautiful dreams picture perfect reality of the heart and mind Alive in fantasy In the morning sunshine
My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
