Laying there in fading summer jazz sunlight,
it seems your floor is a meadow...

Heavier today than yesterday
but not as light as I dream...

It is time to celebrate
the renaissance of corn and...

Peaceful days of languor grow short as
tattered scarecrows gaurd barren fields of...

Absence makes the heart go wander,
as if falling, falling...

A pariah
of my own Parnassus...

After the dawn's metamorphosis
we taste the hard edge of living...

Amidst essential dreams
and delicate dilemmas...

There's a thin line,
no, an almost nonexistent division...

I stand in the middle of nowhere
staring at the autumn moon...

In fading bloody embers
I carve my name...

The clouds are a shroud
draped softly over me...