Shy silver moonbeam
reflecting upon the sea...
Midnight visitor
rests upon a willow tree...
Old man still a child
rubs mist from a tram window...
As sun catches the beads that fall like fire from...
Pure bliss courses through my veins...
The freezing air
Makes me shiver...
It's so easy to forget about culture.
With busy lives; and all the bus rides...
Torrents of feelings she unleashes
throwing unfelt anger at his presence...
Green emerald life veins
scatter crossed drained iris's...
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT...
Brain waves scatter
as ants collide in...
They whimper against rumbling thunder
and scold lightning for shining...
Like sun rays...
through detailed stain glass windows...