
A sliver in the red sky
Sparkling in its own right.
Higher than the birds can fly,
Stars bow to its greater might.
A sliver in the red sky
Sparkling in its own right.
Higher than the birds can fly,
Stars bow to its greater might.
The clouds brush the water.
Pink blends with green.
The crooked tree prays.
But it can’t be seen.
A rower drifts alone,
Held aloft by the green.
A fantasy world held close.
But it can’t be seen.
I wait for you each night.
Your sparkling glow.
Your everlasting heat.
The night bows to you.
The stars gather round.
Man looks up to you.
Take me into your light.
BLUE FANTASY
A perfect blue.
For me and you.
Curving to the sky.
Aiming up so high.
A spot of bright sun.
So light and so fun.
Blue it will now grow.
Pretty as a bow.
I sing my song on top of the branch.
I flitter and flutter to my heart’s content.
My feathers ruffle in the slight breeze.
I am king of the day.
All bow to me.
Until I fly away again.
The Dead are dancing.
Swooping down with joy.
They love Oasis.
Florida belongs to them.
They rule the night.
Lightning follows in their wake.
Thunder blows its trumpet.
We bow to their might.
THE DEAD GAME
Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I don’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye my dear for now
As I take my last bow.
A sliver in the red sky.
Sparkling in its own right.
Higher than the birds can fly.
Stars bow to its greater might.
Justice is cruel.
It walks the halls.
It moves too slow.
It bends all to its will.
We run from it.
We bow to it.
We fear it.
It takes no prisoners.