Frolicking in a field of complete boredom
lying in a pool of numbed concentration...

I had a dream so fair
she looked as if moon had a daughter...

Tick- tock
time flies by...

Sitting neath a willow tree
i looked upon the place id set...

Smile my child for i have come
have you missed me very long...

The truth
last and final victory...

A mist upon the far off shore
cast below this rage of emotion...

Looking high and low for a friend
seeming to find that day to day...

Flowering thoughts of ever changing love
lost apon the open sea...

What are friends but words
words that only lie...

A stranger in this foreign land
pushed upon a bended knee...

Sorrow sits a lonely friend
waiting for my quick return...