pearl-like rain glosses the vista slip-sliding gleaming plops borne by handmaidens of wind gushing into brooks spilling the leas, meads, and meadows bubbling bright crystal fine tinkling, cruising the zephyr spate of rhythmic rush a pouring from a sky so vast flimsy clouds come down fast dribbling, drenching, drip dropping gossamer droplets tap.
autumn comes upon trees coppery soft frail amber blooms gather shadows north winds stir rosette twilight birdsongs hush the whispering breeze orange, red maple leaves ignite a crimson light October lilts frosted sigh pumpkin moon adorns ebon frilled sky
His hands write a verse on her page She is the pen he holds in his embrace. He is the ink that flows in this escape On empty lines they move they drape They walk the pages and try to shape A journey they both walk to create Like two dreams dreaming side by side Two breaths melting into soulful flight They fill their page with symphony Words sparkle like stars in the infinity unfinished thoughts scatter the ether Words emote , spill , they find a breather He sees her in the soft murmur of her reverie She hears his voice in the song playing in her memory They find each other inside a rainbow Bringing dreams to life, losing all their sorrow.
Where the hell was I I was left high and dry taking a bullet to the head When I went to bed That’s how I ended up dead The angels flew me on their wings Singing songs on strings of violins They took me right up the high road to hell Hightailing out of the sky noisy as hells bell It was devil’s luck I swore On fairy wings they did bear This human who was human no more Just a wisp of a spirit with too many words in store They flew me to almighty’s mansion I expected the Big guy to show me compassion
There was a ‘no disturb sign’ on heavens door I passed out before I could explore Knock knock knocking on heavens door Nobody answered my , ‘can I come in’ was I being punished for my worldly sins? A no win win situation I wanted to raise hell Hell was being raised on ‘nother station I was running out of patience Looked like god was out of town lucifer on his ‘get about town’ round A life cut short waiting to be found. Back on earth a killer roamed free who had me downed.