The waterfall is damned, has been since you woke, Creative thoughts were rammed into every word we spoke. An achy temple yearning for explorers to leave,
Don't think twice, Don't look again, I'm smiling - grinning actually Hiding the pain. Hugging you I hope, You haven't realised- Your unworried eyes Will stay that way If I can help it.
An angel strolling in the light of a light lamppost, In the rain I catch a flicker of gold, I cycle this way every night but she soothes the bite of the cold.
Moons ago when stars were new, and groans were sea caves breaking through, when ocean salt echoed mountain dew, and morn announced the first that flew, a tale was spun of the gift of song,