Yesterday I mounted  the wind
Laughing hard as the breeze slapped my face
It tickled like grass under the thighs
A pleasant feeling to be afloat
Rocking with the waves

Supine in the recliner at dusk
Up in the sky on top of the world
Legs crossed, breaking nuts, bottoms up
A vigneron never labours in vain
Supped from my cup my finely brewed wine like a god

Right now I'm purring like a **** in boots
As I ride my roan horse with vigor
Filling every cranny with sunshine
Walking full of life with fire in my bones
Smoke from my mouth is evident

But there's a but,
The fault in our stars
Puddle after the rain
A thought fast moulding fear
A lot of questions clogging the mind
An impending threat

Would the sun shine all day?
Hang around at dusk
Instead of sinking in the west
Stay up through the night
And even till dawn morrows
Or will it again do what it does

Will I still be lurking on cloud nine?
Where the mood is set
And the time is right
A calm in honor of the halcyon
Where there's no need to cheese for the camera
For the smile is always straight up from the soul

You've got blood on your hands
I don't think they are yours because there's a body on the ground
Lying an inch away from where you now stand
That must be the poor John doe

Smitten and broken at the same time
What has he done what are his crimes?
He must have ****** the gods off to deserve such a life
Oh poor John doe

I blame you for this unfortunate incident
Why smell when you knew you were not interested
Ye wicked tree why extend a branch to help when you had no strength
I feel so sorry for John Doe

He knew you were so far yet he reached and took a leap of faith
He placed his bet on luck which ran out the middle of the way
He gave it all he got which was his all but you still didn't reciprocate
Now he's got nothing left oh poor John Doe

Even if you were a piece of a larger cake
Being passed round on a silver plate
As we all are huddled up
Around the fire to get some warm
I wouldn't pick you still
And it's not like I'm satisfied
But one just take what one can
That's the crazy world we live in

What a beautiful picturesque
A good dream of us in eden
But fast turning into a night terror
With nobody to wake me up
Making me sweat like a pig
Not because I want to
But pencils, that's all we're
Beggars can't be choosers

I **** so much for a shooter
Even though for you I am a sucker
The twinkles have filed complaints
For always missing anytime I aim
Maybe I'm meant to loiter with them
And not be an outrider for the moon
Off they go, smokes and mirrors
You were made not for me

We could kindle the twigs and the fallen leaves
Dry as a dead dingo's donger
And make a fire which burns for a while
But betimes would flicker and out it goes sooner or later

We could even build a house skillfully like the cassican
Sight to a sore eyes on completion
A beautiful paradise and definitely talk of the town
But talks are like baby fat they always disappear

We could write in the sand as we stand on the shore
The tale of our union but the tides will come
Or even inscribe on a rock the symbol of our love
There for years until denudation knocks

So I think it's better if we dig the ground
Not to keep the dead but to grow a life
As we sow a seed which grows for life
Come the seasons under the sun

A saviour on a sunny day
With nectariferous flowers bearing fruit with seeds
A zoar for birds and other figures of life
Green that adds to the already colourful work of art

Come let's plant a tree today on the spot
Where our hearts melted like iron in a furnace
As the smith forges what he pleases
Where we met after days spent following the treasure trail

Where we first kissed and nothing else mattered
But the wrestle of two lit tongues
Right where love found us and we found love
The clouds bearing witness

Though a howling gale may rise
Bring it down like the leaves in autumn
But there's always a contingency plan
Seeds that will sprout in spring