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

The first hint of light And the new day has begun In the shadows of the sun Beneath cosmic illumination Piercing through the clouds

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

angel mermaid lost at sea one day she will be back visiting the sailors’ dreams she was beautiful

Five O Three Cruising down the highway The stolen vehicle Sunroof down Gleaming in the sunlight

Quiet silhouettes Silencing an aching mind Between eyes not yet blind Within window quarters Along sides

Feathers in the breeze On the sea scene The sea’s scene By boardwalk painters seized The sailors dream

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

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

My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder

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

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

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

Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight