Plans

My eyes look through my head and heart, They are so scared and plead to part, Though I should see for them, Lead a life where love will stem, We'll travel to Falmouth shore, She'll smash my inner alarm from snore, Eat butties on the beach, And let my heart peach, Drink tea by the sea, And let my eyes look above the clearest spring skies, And minutes and moments and silence go by, Our happiness heard in soft glad sigh, Bleach blonde war paint on girls days away, Yours is fair and flowing and as long as this day, I never felt to feel somebody, I take today and name it, To humanise old wasted days, Dark and numb like the empty church bell ring, Hyms of hope but no followers to sing, The street and people and life's unsteady pulse, Makes our bodies due to convulse, Makes the the brain so tense, O future, o it's suspense... Lay my hands on sweet summer, Make me happy, Away for good, To find happiness and love as all should, Syphen the bad from my head, Let the fear peel and shed, Let my eyes look through her heart, please now instead, instead