Putting up fences 

I can’t hear what you’re saying 

Above the drilling 

Long hot summer days

We used make the most of 

Now fade into grey

Dreaming of sunsets

Waiting for the storm to pass

Living in memories

Little roots shoot out

Burrowing into fresh soil

I’m hanging in there 

Beautiful sunsets

Flourish like a summer rose

There is no freedom

Grey clouds settle down 

Dark light moves through the willows

The stars a memory 

Somewhere I can hide

Find a shell and crawl inside 

Waiting for high tide 

A grizzly bear

Wanders the lonely mountains

Where he is at home 

A girl and a sheep 

Wander like little bo peep

Counting down to sleep 

Hearts beating in time

Minds sharing each single thought

They can’t be severed 

In mountainside becks

Our toes burn with meltwater 

Our backs by the sun

A rip in the clouds

The sun through a canvas tear

Let the warm light in 

The sun on the sea

A thin strip of bright white light

Florescent ocean 

Rising from sand dunes 

Climbing out of stormy seas

Sunset explosion 

Ancient moss carpets 

Rocks and rotting hornbeam roots

Stationary flows 

Dreams of clear blue skies

Seem dark and cold when compared 

To these clear blue eyes

Watching years go by

Lost to cloudy horizons

I remember here 

We can still chase frogs

Through we’re not in the forest 

Embracing constraints 

Sunny showers shine

Through prisms and scatter in

Iridescent bows 

Iron eyelids droop

Falling heavy and slowly

Drift in slumberland 

Silent butterflies 

Metamorph from cold cocoons

Their heart beat wings shine 

Low orange storm clouds 

Rising in the fearsome north 

Following us home 

A card up a sleeve

A white rabbit in a hat

Coins into thin air