Dusty spring days when blue skies are veile'd,
And life's songs on falling notes are scaled,
Seeking refuge then from lost desires,
A man into a silent world  retires.
Closed in by thoughts on rocking chairs,  
His aloneness with a glass of beer he shares,
And  drifts into silence no sound can rent,  
Of memories, to gone days, erects monuments.
And the froth bubbling incessantly,
Creates images and all he’s lost he sees,
He walks beer soaked stumbling still
Rests himself on the window sill
Gazes at flowers smiling bright
In the raindrops glistening light

Soft words tumble from his mouth,  
In bleary stupor  he looks up and shouts –
"That laughing rain  kisses flowers
(Reminds me of tears and lonely hours)
And that bird singing in the trees,
Reflects its own beauty in all that it sees.  
While I, seeking solace in golden beer,
See this, yet my eyes still shed their tear."  
Just one thought now plagues his mind
Why could I true love not find
People came  then left my life
Burdened with more emotional strife

In anger then his bleary eyes are clear,
Glass shatters and spills all the beer.
He walks *****,  his feet are stumbling still,  
But visions from his window a hope instill  
From his window he  gazes at skies above,
Trembling fingers light another smoke.
That rising leads him by the hand,
Guides him, stumbling to another land.

Where spring skies of dusty clouds are rid,
And budding dreams in smiling flowers are hid,
Bright birds in open splendour sing,
Crystal raindrops new songs of joy bring.  
Where peace in gentle silence abounds,
And despair its knell no longer sounds.

In rapture shouts to heavens blue and clear –
"At last my freedom here is near,
for I have lost – there's nothing left to lose,
And the crossroads are here for me to choose.
To build monuments that perforce must crumble,
Walk roads where I perforce must stumble.
Or caress flowers that dreams untold,
In vivid colours for me unfold.

My peace is here, where human sounds
Are silenced  – just loneliness resounds.