Rain on the Beach...

The cold of the morning,
the ice in my heart,
this glacier is not melting today...
i've tried to explain
but who hears my words
beyond the images
with which i play?
Misunderstood,
where is the harm or the good
in the choices you need to make?
Mighty oaks fall,
kings have been made to crawl.
the willow weeps but remains
Give me an answer
or a second chance, sir
i'm not a dancer
but i've been know to prance

Crimes gainst my soul
have washed away
turning to sand on the shore
but i still walk alone
that's how it seems
i dream...
but lord knows i want more
Dreams are like the fish
that swim in the sea
mingling with longing and hope
Under the surface
there's treasure buried somewhere,
perhaps that's what i need to cope
Go find your galleon
with semphoras and bullion
miles down below in the sand
Just be sure you have air enough
and are prepared
for the pressure is greater down there...
                  04-17-10