Sorry
Mister Blackbird...
Sprinkled twinkles of lucent gems
Take place in nature's planetarium...
How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...
Little red corvette
cruises past a purple wood...
Across tangerine horizon,
as dawn stirs remnant mignight hues...
Intoxicating incense
runs wildly across...
And there she lay upon the hill
Her slope so green and thicker still...
leaves saunter the air
the wind shakes hands with Autumn...
The lust overtakes
the content...
After the deluge: dark,
where the river...
You can hear them whisper at night
they do have a voice...
Gravity the adversary of matter,
Many dreams He seems to shatter...