there was a little elephant he had lost wayhe was trying to find his mum  he had searched all daythen a friendly buzzard saw him in distressand decided he would help to try and solve his messthe buzzard he took off high up the skyand saw the elephants mother standing near byive found your mum he said not to far away just follow me and i will lead the waythe elephant he was happy he had found his mumhe was going home and no longer was he glum.

latin can not describe the electricityof blue veins suspended in cala lily skin. they fan out,protazoic, dormant beneath a sea of iced flesh.i grip the sink, peroxide strands of kelp washing upon the banks of my shoulders likethe white-gold sunshinethat would prism behind your chinook archwith all the beauty of a nuclear winter.for the transplant of my frontal lobeto the heaven above his stratus comforter, instructionshave been written. next time he is carried in on a foen wind i am toone, stand very stilltwo, present my brain to the skyand three,wait for the apricotsof sunrise to settleinto the overcast of his eyes.i practise a little and wish i had a veinous hum, skepticalthat an electrocardiogram could detect a beat.

theres a little cabin by a little lakethat i often visit when the holidays i takesurrounded by the woods and trees so very talland a babbling brook by a waterfallthere are lots of squirrels that are red and greyand i sit and watch them gracefully as they playthere are lots of falcons hovering in the skyand lots of eagles that are nesting near byyou can see the moutain tops and the valleys in betweenthe leaves on the pine trees so bright and very greenit would make a painting to hang upon the wallthen this little place i always will recall

just like the midnight lark I rise each midnightto listen in delight to the sound   that I have grown to love.
for her words have grown on me intertwined inside my memories.
every night I need her voice to set the moment right.
just like the lark I am a servant of the sky bound toroam across my dreams.Her song intones me.
I am stronger than the leaves.
in a stiff summer breeze.
sweet harmony be my guide and lead me to the other side.my passage has been paid by the dreams before I’ve laid.but do not be affright, I dreamt of you tonight.
so sing me lullabies from you perch up in the skyand I’ll dream a dream so true, and I’ll only dream of you.that I’ll wake amidst the nightwondering why you’re not by my side.then I’ll heave a heavy sigh as my ears have been trained to find,your fervent song that forever keeps me hanging onto the last few precious moments, of a night that creeps along.so,  sing me a song o’ black ruby of the night.draw your inspiration amongst the starlit night.for dreams do come true as dreamers often pray,but on an on another day.  good bird I do praythat God will bless your wings, for without your holy sound my life would come unwound.  o’ poet of the treesyour verse sedates my mind to a gentle ease.in mediation ‘tis true that all I hear is you.o’ poet of the skies and singer of lullabies,
I dream dreams so true of me and of you- .  allow me to be frankof hiker of the leaves,  and drifter of the trees,may you play for mea song so seldom sung to the silver sliver stuck above.I’ve fashioned a dream today of which I wish to playbut I have no melody to accompany my fantasy.so songbird of the night, sing me a song so rightand let your symphony surprise the stillness of the night. in these words I trust you’ll forever know my loveas strong as the rushing tide pulled from the silver disc above.black ruby of the night like a thief you stole my heart,ransom off my being but keep my soul intact, this is all I ask.first sound I fell in love with your evanescence glowthat radiates to me as roses attract bees.your bittersweet melody invigorates my being.wind comes to tear the leaves from ceiling treesbut the roots hold fast and the leaves survive and my soul has crossed the tide.to dream a dream so true as dreamers often liein bunks made of trees to slumber through the tide. in your song I am free to think,I am firm in my beliefs,I am stronger than the leaves.2005-

Crickets are chirping outsideBranches reach up to the blue skyAnd the butterfliesFloat way up high So many wondrous thingsBut the one, that makes my heart singA girl whose hair’s goldenShining like the sunHer eyes, a twinkling toneBluer than the sky Kati, you’re my sunThe brightness in my dayA day that’s just begunSo don’t set yetNo, don’t set yet Birds sing good morning to meTickle of grass under bare feetAnd the springtime airSmells so sweet So many marvelous thingsBut the one thing, that makes my heart sing A girl who’s hair’s goldenShining like the sunHer eyes a twinkling toneBluer than the sky Kati, you know you’re my sunThe brightness in everydayA day that just begunSo don’t setNo, don’t set yetDon’t set so soonOr else I’ll be left in the dark

Breathing Seed                           If I was here

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