Built walls of porouse words
Made labyrinths and steeples
Which speared the atmosphere
A ray of light was let in
Blinded me
Shattered my white knuckles
I wake under the grey face of a tree
Dambering
She lies awake in the silent night
With her mind wide open
She fears what shall appear
As she stares into The Dark
Beyond these tall majestic trees
Her feel know where to trend
She recognize the mass
Oceana carry with her
all the lost dreams
As a treasure
hidden underneath her wings
Oceana in my Heart
I went away
to The Outer Hills
Where no trees can grow
and no man live
With my head held high
- Good evening, Mr. Thompson
(You callous guy)
- How do you do?
- Good evening, Mrs. Thompson
(Luxuriant madame)
- How do you do your hair?
- Oh, I recognized you in the crowd
Even though you were
