Shining**;
armour
amore

One pint of the cold dark social drink
Two pints I start to stop and think



Three pints            ...four pints
                                              ...five pints more
Nine pints        dancing
                                         round            
                                  the
                      floor



Ten pints...                 I stop to...
                                   start and

think


...I need
           a few                more
                        pints
      to                                               drink!

A million paths passed me by, I chose to choose not one,
Feeling robbed by too much loss, now the chances were all gone.

The stars shine bright
in deep blue night
the heavens impede
into earth

The lonely chill
on the daffodil
dew drops gently
give birth

water trickles
down and down
through moss that
has a thirst

the ebb and flow
the rainbow glow
brings life
witness its worth

Bad;
back
mood