(Dream Catcher) The Girl With the Dream Catcher Legs

Dream catcher legs
Dancing in a skirt
That teases and begs
The wind itself to flirt.

Catching a wanderer
Of the summer's night,
Taken on feather
Through the night's flight.

Caught in motion
Stolen slumber's
Dreamy emotion
Now burns like embers.

The lonely midnight traveller
Is caught by legs that dance on dreams and air.

Deja Vu Point of View

Deja Vu
Point of view,
Seeing things
New askew.

Life lives twice.
Living dice,
Are we true
Men of ice?

Shattered time,
Scattered rhyme.
Life lives thrice.
See the mime;

Temporal splice,
Oh how nice!

Wage of Fear

I know the same old task
Keeps blurring into the empty flask,
And those stains and scars
Weren't written in the stars.
But there's a reason you are here,
Don't let your work become your fear.

We put out our burning palms
To receive our wages as alms,
Even though we never get to hold
Our reward as tangible gold.
It's like life's an empty hole
And we're just digging to find our soul.

But there's a reason you are here,
Don't let your work become your fear.

Sweet Sunshine Soul

Sounds in the bush,
Soaked golden leaves.
Sunshine from the
Soul does feed on
Sweet sweet luxuries.
Subtle sights of my baby
Soothe me right to the soul.
Sunday mornings
Seem so lonely,
So lonely, with out you.
So saunter in with morning's
Slow, slow slumber flow.