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

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

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

Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights

Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets

Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues

Olde flames Mere dreams Sparks poppin Crackling Into the skies

The lonely wolf cries When she is all alone Howling at the moon Her moans echo in the night sky And she weeps

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

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

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

Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there

Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight

Her High flying moon sunshine nothin but all sees All in the evening seized Underneath seas of tired cosmic st…

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