My dearest I have seen you in my dreams Could you be loved Allow me to introduce you To the love deep inside of me
My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
Jumped through the hulahoop The hole in zero The whole of the hole whole Now Hair and bones
The river has run dry No fruit upon the vine Creatures abounding in the heat, caves and valleys discreet Nothing left to do
Her High flying moon sunshine nothin but all sees All in the evening seized Underneath seas of tired cosmic st…
The right song The right tune Solace of symphonies The illuminated path To the moon
Sunshine Fluffy white clouds rain Rainbows Doves within
Snowed in Natures house arrest Warm cider Picture perfect Kind of day
En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam
Rain is falling down Thunders crashing all around Nevertheless Don’t stress Turn the lights down low
Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens
The first hint of light And the new day has begun In the shadows of the sun Beneath cosmic illumination Piercing through the clouds
Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah
Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees
In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows
