through this city,
midnight cocktails,
winding stale smoke,
density balancing frailty
on solemn, brassy truth;
and I hear for a while,
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
kneading anew,
their timeless dreams,
and cool
midnight swagger,
Remove him from duty and court martial him. Immediately.
Remove him from duty and court martial him. Immediately.
her days as leaves,
age beyond linger,
knowingly,
her heart, a gull on wing,
her song, we long remember
farewell in wind
to leaves set free,
like my heart,
or waves.
her days as leaves,
age beyond linger,
knowingly,
her heart, a gull on wing,
her song, we long remember
farewell in wind
to leaves set free,
like my heart,
or waves.
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever
you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever
you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.
the missing
music, color, stars,
my soul in brushstrokes,
to complete
your unfinished portrait,
asleep
in my heart
the missing
music, color, stars,
my soul in brushstrokes,
to complete
your unfinished portrait,
asleep
in my heart
a fairway to memory and melody
with endless limbs to climb
and August mornings forever
atop a purpled sidewalk
paved with sunshine, shadows,
and laughter,
our wee yellow house,
its corner windows peeking,
at robins and roses
and scented lavender clouds,
young songs in the sky
a fairway to memory and melody
with endless limbs to climb
and August mornings forever
atop a purpled sidewalk
paved with sunshine, shadows,
and laughter,
our wee yellow house,
its corner windows peeking,
at robins and roses
and scented lavender clouds,
young songs in the sky
this most royal
lily pad,
one paisley fellow
reclines in song,
watching tangerine ripplets,
those practiced secrets
among silent swimmers,
as they press such pearly lips,
to dreams on the moon;
regal and pure
his melody,
fit for Heaven,
rising through
his crown of stars.
this most royal
lily pad,
one paisley fellow
reclines in song,
watching tangerine ripplets,
those practiced secrets
among silent swimmers,
as they press such pearly lips,
to dreams on the moon;
regal and pure
his melody,
fit for Heaven,
rising through
his crown of stars.
Avast, her moon's a-callin'
Aye, fairwinds to thee.
Avast, her moon's a-callin'
Aye, fairwinds to thee.