I touched the turbulent sky on parchment paper wings,
Crashing to the morning mist engulfing me in those terrible tresses.
Oh, how a constant echo of sorrow rings
And everything is wicked that reality undresses.

And I ever long for that open abode,
Where those in flight soar peacefully
But my feelings are suppressed and the worst stowed
And I hold myself down with the weight of me.

Look upon those clouds, carelessly they drift,
Much like my thoughts they disappear
And now that radiating rift
Well, it was never so near.

I grow old but remain so young
My naivety is a razor, recurring and unrighteous.
How many sentiments has my heart sung
I know this one is over and any effort gratuitous.

I wish we could fly to the south of France
There we would laugh, love and dance,
But like everyday and overnight
There fades in and out the light.

These romantic stories fail
And all my rights reveal my wrongs
We find it dying like the last ringing chord
Of two lovers sharing a sad song.

Who now is this smiling
Forgotten, Positively high
Just yesterday i was reeling
From the blindspot jabs of soft goodbyes.

But still these hands are ever restless
Rhythmic at work and upon the walls
But the altar remains breadless
And the garland lazy droops in the halls.

Well, it seems certainly I’ve seen
That remaining glow, that faint sheen
I’ve heard the wind shyly whisper
Tangerine- Tangerine

Is there now nothing to do but softly sigh
And to remember all that I believe
To sit and succinctly cry
And at once be relieved

To extend my hand
To know another
Head in the breeze
Open from cover

Always happy
Never mean-
The wind it names
Tangerine-Tangerine

Bit of chaos in her
I've heard them say
I witness it’s panaish
Twice upon the day

Found some disorder
Here in myself-
Somethings are dead
Others are in health

Little wild
But a dream-
The wind its cries
Tangerine- Tangerine

Have I not written a single sincere line,
Before, it all came with effort forced
Or, in absence of one that could endorse
These sentiments given-free of mine.
But now i believe that I could speak free
And be listened to with full attention,
And it is no doubt my every intention
To return the favour of her gifted glee.
If i must sleep then i must die,
But to spend an evening ever repining
When before me this lovey sun is shining
Begs to question the very reason why.
Be still you fool, my heart of mine
It is with a purpose we are here
To live in the living present
With the ones you love near.

...

And when I am a nerve .
Bare and vulnerable
With words serve
A felling comfortable
You're of a like to me
And I myself in you
Guide me make me see
For me it's all so new
I feel your presence
Like the temperate breeze
A flower blooming in pleasance
Opening with ease.
I could spend hours
Amongst this flower
My head so far above
There is no power
In which we should cower
For all we need is love

...

Oh, Light up the moon my love
Light up the moon and see
That all heavenly bodies
Exist in reflection of thee

Oh, raise the dawn my darling
Raise  the dawn and find
That all these insecurities
Exist only in the mind

Oh, stay strong my sweet
Stay strong today
My love I give to thee
In all charitable ways

Not words nor actions
Could adequately display
The love I feel
Each and every day

So light up the moon my love
Raise the dawn and see
That you are my universe
Containing all things dear to me
...

I could have a platue of green pastures
On the loftiest of mounts
But I would be in her company
In liue of golden founts
And if it is she went away
I'd mark the time with bated breath
And if it surpassed but a day
I'd mark me empty with nothing left
I could praise in all convieable ways
The beauty of which she possess
But it would all pale and certainly fail
From what reality undresses
Have not worry nor restrain
But take comfort here in my embrace
I Feel not doubt or pain
When I look upon your face
I could stay awhile and with a smile
Forget these worlds of ours
And how he mocks the minding clock
Chiming upon the hours.
Other lovers swinging with their fist
With a waton force
But by chance they miss
And find purchase in remorse
But our hands are not for violence
But for caring touches
And if one of us were beaten
We'll be the others crutches
...

I've seen some love fail hard and soft
From a scratch or a killing blow
And some may casually  scoff
When i say mines aloft and theirs not so.
They'll call me a naive fool
And bound to fall,
I'll respond in certainty
That our love conquers all.
Her happiness, her happiness,
It happens to be,
The greatest thing
That matters to me.
To see them eyes the least bit teary
What a constant fear!
I'll strive until i grow, grow ever weary
To dry the smallest tear.
She brings me elation
With the selfsame caring heat
The sun brings to everything
Underneath his celestial seat
I have not lived until i loved;
Not like a child in apprehension,
But one the comes with reassurance
And with the purest of intentions.
I’ve had some moments
Of lasting regret
But in this moment
I do not fret.
It comes easy
When we speak
And my passion here
Is never meek
I'll love you
To the very end
Whether as a darling
Or a friend.

Gone was the lance leaved tree,
Whose darling greens lastly arrive
And are first to depart,
Heralding the turn in all alive.

The winter I found joy 
In the pages of a book 
But now it comes to me
In the babbling of the brook.

In December the bitter wind besieged 
Every inch of barren ground,
Now the days are soon to be
Warm breezes when spring comes around.

Tulips burst forth like missiles
 In Verdant fields of morning dew,
The time of dying is over, rebirth,
A time for everything new.

And here I am
On the eve of spring 
My elation returning 
Much like geese on wing.

I'll make a garden of all that progresses,
For this is an animate ground
Where there the celestial gaze hovered, granting leave for fruits to bear;
All things grow of Its engendering stare.
And unto me Apollo gifted his sacred fire
For me to gift to you this natural desire
For all little subsisting qualities
Of this rock sailing the stars in ellipsies.
Now here's that temporal tyrant
Calling those nearing their end to their end,
And how the poets cry out in sorrow
For those that feel the bite if his shrill wind,
But cry not and this sentiment evoke:
That the must conclude will again begin.
Here in my mind a thought awoke
That we shall never end.

In my recollection we fancied the world ours;
We'd roam in desolate streets spending hours
In the dark, searching for shinning smiles to meet,
Looking for softly carpeted flats to have a seat.
Now we shelter ourselves in defeat,
Now we are but cowards.
...
Through the leaves down past the willow,
Up the creeping vine and slipping in the window,
Fragranced air comes to rest on my pillow.

Under the darkest shade of those trees
I glimpse a separate part of me;
He's wreathed in ecstasy.

I see me in the brightly feathered peacock forest
Roaming with that wind that the autumnal season sends.
Here he's happened on the rodents den,
Here it plummets without any foreseeable end.
...
Now I sit on stoep
Smoking my sins
Perhaps this is a loop
Is this where I've been?

There in that dishonest place,
Enthralled in that liquids hard embrace
I gazed on truths countenance
And was dubious of high romance.

Oh, me of mine
Farther than before
I lead myself
From the shore.

This vessel wanes I worry lest we waste the rest.
Look yonder the water how it begins to crest.

And what a vapid water did it look
At my first glance,
And now swelling in anger
Drowns recompenses fighting chance.

I hit a patch of ice (in paradise)
And off the path I went
Into the ditch (where they pitch)
Their little hobo tents.

And on a whim (I lived with them)
They were happy, I was sad,
They sat by fire (having little desire)
Enjoying what they had.

I stayed around (kept what I found)
And learned to smile again,
But in time felt a clown (made no sound)
Subsisting in my landed glen.

The wind blew free (it sang for me)
In natures subtle harmony.
Varied keys (through the trees)
It sang with sincerity.

I mingled there (in their care)
Those forgotten folk
Now here I am (doing all I can)
To finally end and croak.