Shades like the dark shades under your eyes
are shades like the shades...
Oh sweet summer child,
Carefree; in shortening days...
We look for landmarks,
familiar spots in roads...
If someone could read my mind,
Oh what sight that would be...
On the waterway,
a white heron observes clouds...
His lies shaped the world around me
and underlined everything with danger...
Summer holidays,
skinny dipping if you dared...
There's something about how we moved when we...
that brief sense of comfort, love, and ease...
I saw a man standing before the bench;
he told the judge he wanted to be set free...
Out the door,
flying...
....S.....
..P...
Lucid thinking doesn't always
mean you display the lighthouse...