Oh tiny cricket!!!
I as you chirp to thy moaning nights,
I see thy moons light,
Half lit in essence age!!

An old friend indeed,
The sun lights its way!!!

You hideth as me little cricket, between thy shoal barley,
Where creatures do scurry and folly to their own miserable houses!!!

No lovers,
No spouses!!!!

As me littlest of crickets you dance thy own tune?
Doth thou sing the blues?
For verily I am a fan!!
Thou egnigmatic strand!!

Doth thou play in a band?
As the others trot step?
Canst you show me thy moves,
Where alls mellow, alls cool in our own virtuoso we shall Concord!!!

Bewitching hours are pure,
As thine brutes scowl the garbage,
Yet what if I was them?
Or them being me?
Two formations to get a second glimpse!!!!

Maby if I was one of them, than one could case me,
Not deface nor debase me,
Yet poise me to celestial level!!!

No unbroken promises to scribble,
None to judge or disregard mines affections,

Just two hands holding two signs ------------------------- pointing one direction...