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

Big and beautiful dreams picture perfect reality of the heart and mind Alive in fantasy In the morning sunshine

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

Perfection Cheap Broken sunglasses Always So true Aint it as factual

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

Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester

Scarecrow The witness of silent lightning Hears the first crack of thunder As the animals flee Rain starts to fall

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

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

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

Oil leaks and elbow grease Men at work Tuesdays through the week Thursday eve comes Birthing of Fridays oblique

Olde flames Mere dreams Sparks poppin Crackling Into the skies

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

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

Cobwebs in my mind Sand in my eyes Outside the birds chirp Their delightful surprise Gentle breezes