Resin In The Sun

I woke up this morning with a strange heat blazing under my feet I was pacing up on down the floor like a heifer on heat beating down the door Sweat drips like leaking pipes from my face as if I had just completed an eight hundred meter race the sun had not risen yet but my entire body was wet. It wasn’t a dream as everything was connected to the scene As I settled in that place everything radiate in my face, it was clear as day that heaven was about to step down and midnight was about to wear a crown A bright light start flashing around me and it was like the universe had open a path in front of me leading me to a unique place There was something exceptional was waiting for me to see and time was bound up in history I discover how the leaking pipes lived a very careless life, waking several times during night to take a leak on the other side of the street. What else is left to be done the entire village is on the run the elections are complete but their hearts are still mingling way out in the deep He is still having a hangover And for three months he has not taken a shower The beard as grown on his face and his hair is overgrown He has the whole city under siege and the journey is all most complete they have dot all the I’s and cross all the T’s but one thing they forget to do was to get a new pair of shoes; they were in a hurry to get on the final train, before rain start falling again The heat swept through country, village and town and left some people rolling on the ground the people could not stand the heat and so they were scattered in the street seeking comfort and a cool place to sleep And when the day was done and the sun had gone down the birds scatter raisin all about in the town and it start rising up from the ground and spring gave birth in the town It’s blossom become manifest all around and the people were amazed at a sudden shower that burst through the sky wetting the ground and cooling down the temperature It leaves assorted colors in the skies And the lead us to the destiny on which we all relied Resin in the sun is sweet. Resin in the sun grows deep.