When you feel down, you feel so down you turn blue.  
When you feel angry, you feel so angry you turn red.
But when you feel scared,  so scared you turn purple.
When you are jealous, so jealous you turn green.
When you feel happy,  so happy you turn a rosy pink.
When your heart is broken, it can turn black.
When you feel emotional,  so emotional you turn white.
When feel stressed, so stressed you can't cope you turn yellow

Hands ache from this wintered breeze
As a gentle lament drifts sweetly
among the swaying reeds of the estuary.

May comes without the drifting sand of summer.
And loving words are lost upon
the sound of voice and ruins.

I was never afraid of the dark.
Until the night
I noticed how dark it was

I am the father
to the son
who will become
the grandfather
of my soul

What I have
proclaimed today
leaves a statement
for the future
someday to be told

and when the wind
is released
it stirs ancient dusts
uncovering
a continuum to bind

Like the sins
that are covered then
we reach forward
back in time

to the father
found in me
will be the son
found later
down the line

Floating down an open stream
lifeless as a piece of string

Passing by a river of sticks
suddenly, I feel a *****

Birds singing among the trees
leaves whispering through the breeze

The soothing caress within this place
nature's melody touching my face

I capture, in the corner of my mind
a pool of fish splashing my eye

Then instantly, there floats debris
passing by me like a swarm of bees

Unexpectedly, I feel a sting
of a branch that's poking me

Hoping to be seen by the light
on this clear summer night

I think I'll just lay here at bay
and cleanse all my cares away

As the fairy man passes me by
my guess is that I'm out of time

For no one may never find
this washed up body of mine