....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...

I stopped moving
my hands were held up...

tree flakes swirl the air
golden kisses of autumn...

Snakes
scaly seductive...

As a child-
there was a game I thoroughly enjoyed...

as nightfall comes and so I dream
my sleep beholds a vivid scene...

Her voice now whispers
a softer tone breezes through...

She sends a message
with breath blowing hot and cold...

some times she would mumble
some say it was jumble...

* I was at my best friend in the worlds house, and...
We started singing and he just continued with this...

put yourself in my shoes
I wonder how that feels...

Again I reminisce of stories you told me..
...into the bunker...