Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating

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

Haunted by the howling wind Blinded by the moonlight Broken By and by without care Victimized by the fright

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

No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain

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

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

Snowed in Natures house arrest Warm cider Picture perfect Kind of day

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

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

Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester

My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder

In the morning Across the land far and wide Shines the great god in the skies His wrath in distant storm clouds Rumbles and flashes