you come to my door baby
face all clean
and looking alright
your mother said
you scrub up well
and she was right
but i said
i can t see you any more
and all you did
was cried
you asked me why
and all i did was cry

These candles are cold
With frozen stalactite beards
But love blazed last night

She lay still, eyes fixed
But then her eyes lit and she
Said:" I will die soon."

I can          h ea r
a      dream,
( ( (vibrating) ) )
through my third e y e

      echoes   dan c e
from the walls,
a    l i g h t   passes
through   the prism
that         encases--
      the heart.

                              \i|o|u/
                            he tells me
                     yet I expect nothing.
                more of the same patterns

Every thing       is
a good omen,
so whispers the air
outside a bar of Narnia.

             The banana bread beer flows
              through
                      our glasses like an amber
                 whirlpool tsunami glistening in the afternoon light.
                  a pleased smile rests on a face,
             comfort,
        relaxation and a
      full mind.

Deep sleep
for a while.
Contentment is *exhaled.