Years ago beneath a blue umbrella sky
Dreamt of plucking feathers of an eagle flying by
Drifting slowly under dusky clouds
Falling gently behind a hill in an isolated house
Imaginary silhouettes of sounds and sights
Drum beating loudly as a lonely guitar smiles
Simple shadows of silk that shines
Paperless trails and wordless whines
Simmering sunshine edges that canopy
Raindrops dripping a drudgery
Sinking snowflakes softly landing in a tree
Not to be noticed, one never to see
Countless hours, numerous wasted nights
Wondering what the future will provide
Gentle sighs, untrue lullabies
Fakeries, man-made, unnatural
Merely illusions, yes they are
Imaginary memories in our minds
False, not funny, floating freely
In disbelief and with trickery
Wiser, luckier and relieved
God sent truth had prevailed
Life goes on with baited breath
Awaits tomorrow at its best...
