Sirens screaming soft songs,
Burning happenstance,
As the drum beats one more time,
In absolution of the begrudging,
Dissolution part of the crime,
The signs of touch such in,
Through blank check time,
Skies turn in my sleep,
Beyond eyes need of opening,
Run rivers of the farthest deep,
That keep us floating,
In the dreams we keep.............
FTBAS 8.18.12
REM
Here we go so know toe , letting go with my flow,
dripping in gold,
I am on the hold, with NO,
Yes I go to the slow, out with the Fold in with the Few..................................
FTBAS 8.18.12