Jet black hair flying everywhere,
long, slender body...
The waters swell from that old tune,
Still...not so much a drop is spilled...
Noble companion, stay striving still,
keep thriving through weightier nuances...
Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...
They're playing conga drums and bongo drums and...
in the living room...
Can I visualize for you?
Will my words seemingly dance off the page...
As the clouds pass by
thousand thoughts fly...
Shadows of time are catching up with me
Icy fingers of darkness clutching at my soul...
Everyone has secrets,
Things hidden from the world...
Ambling around
the outskirts of love...
I trudge onward despite
waist-deep deception...
Boundaries of privacy-
treacherous wires traced...