Small Beer In Death Valley
Dead autumn leaves my shroud of love decayed
Then winter snow my frozen coated heart
I built my lonely hall, with walls so tall,
Then hid deep down, beneath the ground sans sound
This lone, which I called home was so forlorn
Hospital hell, my self-made get well cell
Dried clay forest fires flames dance dark descends
Light strikes new roots waterfalls asunder
Dawn cracks in dark, new buds of light shoots through
My thawed out heart, it dares to dream new hope
I hum a song with guilty cautious joy
My eyes smile bright of peaceful open tunes
Spring snowdrop crops to heaven clouds protrude
And Summer showers, bring rainbow beams alive
07/04/2010
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