This trusty shovel

Carves out another playground 

From the sandy gold

These steady oars point

Our bow towards the sunset

Red canoe rides high

Paddle through the reeds

Butterflies and sunset waves

Explore the island! 

Oil and vinegar

Together in the same place

Yet separated 

Tight as a drum skin

Pulled and stretched from every side

Beaten gossamer

Despite our mistakes

We make this a better place 

Or rather because 

Clear skies at sunrise

A purple tinged horizon

The door to our dreams 

Pink zebra striped skies

Looking for a place to hide 

Morning stars collide

Oak leaves turn orange

As flames devour their parents

Penny for the guy

Deep underwater

Tired eyes glazing over

And drifting away

Dead leaves in the dirt

Bare oak trees and twisted roots 

Hello my old friends 

Sunlight on cold lakes

Dividing shadow from shade   

Black swan reflections 

One perfect beauty 

Beauty in imperfection 

Has unending forms 

Through the long cold nights

Attending to every need

No longer a child 

A shattered daydream

The pain of losing something 

That we never had 

Try to imagine

The distance between each star

All problems dissolve 

As the curtains draw

Across the golden sunset

Another day ends 

In a living dream

If you never really sleep 

Can you ever wake? 

Draining away in

Suspended animation 

And only the dregs