Valley on the Breeze

from the shores of waves

the tides blow all across

the show of streams that

echo voices of screams

do i need to say

what the fuss and maddness

within this impossible dream?

what was it all about and I

think not about the before

or after but shall remain

listening with in between

but who shall ever come

over me then need i

not ever dare

question or respond

to the trees

sweeping me in my

thoughts and my mental

diary