Glow my little worm

Screech all night bright wise old owl

Weave you crafty fish

I’m at the bottom

Water pressing down on me

Covered by the sea

Why do we retreat

To these caves made with clay bricks

The world is out there

On our backs we lay

As the long grass became hay

Blue sky turning grey

Hidden in long grass

Round and yellow and furry

We hunt for the ball

Standing in a line

A million golden ears

Waiting for harvest

Distance tugs heart strings

This is just the gap between

Memories and dreams

A mystic haze floats

Above golden waves of grass

Dispersal vectors

A mystical fog

Swirls through the jungle kingdom

A distant songbird

Cool next morning breeze

Silver caterpillar silk

Glistening with you

Icy cold currents

The river is all we need

Swirling round my toes

Sunlight, moonlight, stars

A long distant memory

I’m still holding on

Sun scorched drooping leaves

Withered wilted wan waning

When will it a-rain

Parched, cracked, yellow lips

Hiss and squeal as they suck

From the garden hose

Run under the bridge

Retreat into a sea shell

Take me to the beach

A double edged sword

I led you to the water

You ran yourself through

A steady stream flows

Rumbling, burbling, hiss

Just summer traffic

When summer is gone

There will be another one

Meanwhile I’m waiting

Sunshine teasing me

So many perfect warm days

Stuck on the sofa

These soft summer sounds

Grass seed singing silently

While sprinklers sparkle

Stiff and aching joints

Waiting for the fog to clear

Drag me back to bed

A vast empty sky

Hoist the billowing blue sail

Set our course sunward