I was sitting in my old rocking chair
Taking in the mountain air

All of a sudden I was filled with panic!
Oh no, for goodness sake!
not another earthquake!

But then these words I do declare
woodworms taken a liking to my chair
woodworms taken a liking to my chair

I rub the place where I had hair!
woodworms taken another rocking chair
woodworms taken a liking to my chair.

Everyone's a star,
every new thought
creates a twinkle

We are all spinning
at different speeds,
all the patterns are
transcendent

Individuals, that are "we"

Everyone's a star,
every new thought
creates a twinkle

When you look upon
the stars, think of all
the people.

You told me,
just out of the blue!

It's true!
I'm so happy
about what's happening
to you

Now I know

It's true!
if you want something
enough,
it will come true.

Barrowfields
Barrowfields

To walk on you’re
soft green skin,
aloft the cliff top
behold the great ocean

Barrowfields
Barrowfields

Burial mounds that
stand so proud,
the silence from within
speaks so loud  

Barrowfields
Barrowfields

When Atlantic mist descends
legend's whispered word
galloping horses
can be heard.

Wondering around
formless and free,
compelling curiosity
to find out
what
could
be?

Constructing
alpha, omega
labyrinth
was seen to be
good

Entering the
construct, what
great fun to be had

Moving around each
twist, corner and turn,
celestial navigation
was learned

Dispersing,
fragmenting,
self awareness
was lost,
leaving clues
at each
twist, corner and turn.

Rainbow droplets
pitter patter

Paint splashes
splitter splatter

You'r canvas
a doorway
to the subconscious

Seem like some
must box or list
your's was
abstract expressionist.

When I was little
a voice in my head
said

“there’s a monster underneath the bed”

Not liking the fear that he gave
a part of me was his slave

I needed to be brave
Look him in the eye

It was time for a monster hunt
Not knowing the word confront

Eye’s closed.
Stick my head under the bed
Open up after one two three
There was nothing there to see!