Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets

Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight

Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester

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

Hawks say no Jones in I don’t want x wife Lost love Fading into

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

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

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

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

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

Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues

Flames burning higher and higher The skies on fire Blue bullets rip Before I can kiss her goodbye The mermaids swim through

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

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

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