Night swimming without water,
in the way penguins glide through liquid...

And the old man
just hinted at in shades...

If three wishes I was granted
I would become a rose...

How I love the rain
the sleet and snow...

Go to extremes
crazy it seems...

Shuffle....shuffle....
every one of you a dealer...

As in dreams as always
so i have no easy borderline...

It's the aquatics lack of
balance equilibrium and...

Roses are dread and violets run through
hearts and minds on such a day...

Many would come.
Some to spit, some to cry...

The waters swell from that old tune,
Still...not so much a drop is spilled...

Blessed be their children
graced...