Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens
Softly rumbling in the dark distan… The midnight coal train Moans Coltrane Slowly growing closer Louder second by second
In the old neighborhood Ms Martha owns an old stone home The grandest made of granite and s… Tall white pillars Long wide windows and
Her High flying moon sunshine nothin but all sees All in the evening seized Underneath seas of tired cosmic st…
My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder
Rock star dreams Reality tv Magic limelight silvery screens red carpets
Wake me up at half past eleven When I want to feel your love aga… Tell me That were more than just friends Say that you love me
God whispering in a seashell Beside the wishing well Beneath the skies Where seagulls dwell The forces of nature
Liquid Soul Liquid soul oozes thru The blues man’s tunes His Raspy bellowing voice Reverberating
Oil leaks and elbow grease Men at work Tuesdays through the week Thursday eve comes Birthing of Fridays oblique
Rain is falling down Thunders crashing all around Nevertheless Don’t stress Turn the lights down low
No patience To wait beside The wishing well run dry No pennies to drop Till the rain
In the middle of the night Spooked scared I’m full of fright By the night owls Lonely wolves
Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight
In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows