Morning in wonderland

I sat on the steps in the yard drinking a morning beer
the dog was dead at my feet as I
reflected on the ruin that was my life.
A single raindrop fell on my lips it tasted salty,
perhaps a message from the sea.
High above among clouds a plane carrying 210 tourists
winged it's way home.
The dog stirred and yawned I wondered if the salt drop
was from someone peeing up there.

When you know you're broke
And sadness is what you soak,
Remember why you stood at first,
To become something and quench that thirst !

When darkness is what you follow,
Remember it's just hollow !
Because the ones that believe in your core,
Eyes of them will help you reach your shore !

Spark in you is still that wild,
The once fallen, again stood up a child !
And when they try to put you down,
Show them your spirit that wears a crown!

Sacrifice when makes you burn,
Don't forget, that gold is in what you turn !
Loneliness in you when starts to reside,
Your soul will remind you,
That your mate is just beside!

an animal never commits an injustice
-a dog
-a cat
they are true to their nature, and that is quite a lot

what of Man?

the slaver?
the one with all the modern ideas?
the one with the white skin?

when your spaces have
vibrated
to a different tune

when all is lost
all is found
you are not far from love.

Words are now
as if
I never wrote

gather as an aching
lump in my throat.

They don't seek paper
only a river
to pour and mingle
in refrains of a dumb sadness
flow away
sunburned and tidewashed
to where the river is widest
deepest with sighs
of life not enough
in once only
and when just begun
ending broken on the shore.