Where are you going?
in the morning song
Were you ever a talisman?
And now are you a golfer or go-for?

The music is so empty
I  fade into the crowd
I never got your reply

We are here under someone's request
buttressed by  someone  else's wild secret
We make discrete our escape

Back home
save at least the truth for me
Were you ever happy?
Did you change enough?

over the hill there's a shinning,
taking me from the darkness of the night.
Get yourself together
and see what you can find,
champagne toast
when I'm out of town,
golden daffodils hanging down.

Look to your destiny
your fate awaits you,
whilst riptide currents submerge you
in barnacled fistfuls.

Sunset silhouette,
pitched as one
one last river  to swim,
self-willed happenings
break the dawning
holding the key

The butterflies flight
comes through fields of leaves.
A damp fizzle dampens the throat.
The air is aimless
and full of dust.
The grass swathes amongst the thickets.
The stiff trees murmurs memory
once galloping antelopes on the hoof
clandestine in the lonely morning air.

The Red fox
with cool devotion,
moves around in circles
it is brisk in its actions,
blackened grass permeates the ground
it scorches the Savannah
The sullen waters lap around,
tall lillies of sleep,
angling out of sight.
The fish glitters performing somersaults,
captive in the air.

Playing daisy chains with another's mind
No quarter given
They find their own solace
and refute to look over the sun
finding weird  patterns
to ply with in the dogeared winter farrow

Like a giant balloon
that cant be burst
you've rejected me again.
It starts with a click of interest
on your profile page,
pursuing is virtual
like a  voyeurs' pinhole,
vague and dissected,
yet avoiding contact,
no personal messages are sent

If they meet you
I recall a heavy burden,
of them not replenishing the hour,
coming with heavy overloads,
time warry or just plain preoccupied,
not generous with their time:
a discord of anothers hope