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

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

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

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

God whispering in a seashell Beside the wishing well Beneath the skies Where seagulls dwell The forces of nature

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

Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester

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

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

Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight

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

Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness

Perfection Cheap Broken sunglasses Always So true Aint it as factual

Softly rumbling in the dark distan… The midnight coal train Moans Coltrane Slowly growing closer Louder second by second