Out on the roof he sat in the cold on that dark...
He was freezing from the water that he fell in...

Eager child with open ears
Bound to nestle near...

A canvas sits untouched, unveiled
lonely and forgotten, memories fade...

A virgin slips
In the gown; white...

An apostle of literature sleeps
eyes closed; dreaming of water ways...

I can count on my finger tips
Each paper thrown away...

She’S swirled in black and red
Silver about her wrist...

In Loughborough Junction an old castle sat
Bow windows teetering sideways...

You were charming and wonderful
Everything I always wanted in life...

The Painted Lady called the Sorceress,
played Gypsy Music and flung Gold Dust...

Your soul is like a
million stars sparkling down...

Wrestling with life,
Unpredictable accounts...