The right song The right tune Solace of symphonies The illuminated path To the moon
Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight
Softly rumbling in the dark distan… The midnight coal train Moans Coltrane Slowly growing closer Louder second by second
Her High flying moon sunshine nothin but all sees All in the evening seized Underneath seas of tired cosmic st…
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
Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness
Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there
Black leather Doused with sun tan crisco She’s dancing the funky San Fran Disco Oozing sweat
Perfection Cheap Broken sunglasses Always So true Aint it as factual
Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating
Waves crashing along the seaside Beneath the diamond lit night Dreams and fantasies In the slipstream Fading out of sight
The river has run dry No fruit upon the vine Creatures abounding in the heat, caves and valleys discreet Nothing left to do
Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues
Jestures of love And light Lights of Twilight Moonlit nights
Olde flames Mere dreams Sparks poppin Crackling Into the skies
