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

In the middle of the night Spooked scared I’m full of fright By the night owls Lonely wolves

En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam

When im sad and lonely Feeling blue I think of all The things that you do Your love warms my heart

The first hint of light And the new day has begun In the shadows of the sun Beneath cosmic illumination Piercing through the clouds

Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat

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

Hawks say no Jones in I don’t want x wife Lost love Fading into

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

Great majesty of the deep Blue abyss The holder of Sunshine bliss All of

In the old neighborhood Ms Martha owns an old stone home The grandest made of granite and s… Tall white pillars Long wide windows and

Waves crashing along the seaside Beneath the diamond lit night Dreams and fantasies In the slipstream Fading out of sight

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