Feathers in the breeze On the sea scene The sea’s scene By boardwalk painters seized The sailors dream

In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows

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

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

Cobwebs in my mind Sand in my eyes Outside the birds chirp Their delightful surprise Gentle breezes

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

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

The right song The right tune Solace of symphonies The illuminated path To the moon

Broader concepts of the new day Half risen sun on the horizon Bright is the bay Beneath the glowing stratosphere Clarity, warmth

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

Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights

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

Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight

Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah

angel mermaid lost at sea one day she will be back visiting the sailors’ dreams she was beautiful