Could be country could be blue
What in the world could I say to you
So you can hear the tunes playing
In clouds rushing and raining
From the lines here so few?
May be jazz in the airs above
Or of the earth beneath our paths of love,
Life in the meadow never smelt so sweet
As this rhthym in the wind blown as je fais suite
Following your leading me to truelove.
Could you sing a tune in May or June
Like the larks in parks that we’ll walk in soon,
For the days of peril pale with purple blooms
Lest the world stops speaking our names
And everything sounds all the same?
Yon opus of the ominous storms slows
While wishes wait for mysteriums flow
Under the cover of darker dreams and schemes
Fallen away like the seasons gleam seem
Sullen as the dew without lights glow.
Inspired to write some rhymes and this came out.