Thunder roars out there
and deep in my inner self I dance
in the rain that comes in quavers
that gyrate with  fervour
These are days of new growth
and soft new turf
Days when we all have a say
about how life must go
when compassion goes walkabout
and falsity becomes king of the block
Let there be unfulfilled yearnings
for things unattainable
To jump-start the cravings in our hearts
till with ravenous wanting
we chart a new course as we chat
about hollow epitaphs on gravestones
desperate scribbles on tree trunks
and surrealistic graffiti in the alleys
of our sordid consciousness
*Let there be giggling girls in frills and laces
and laughing women in killer shapes
that all men must adore in perpetuity
Let there be music about the waterfall in the wood
Let there be birds singing from wild fig trees
and bees a-buzzing in and out with nectar from the flowers
Let there be life in abundance; and
Let there be love in preponderance
While we skim the skies of our sleeping dreams
for even the slightest suggestion of compassion awakened