Sing my name,
voice carried over
distant waters.
Echo the past,
the present,
the future.
Like they are
one and the same.
Sing of the mythical
creature beyond lines.
Sing of the essence behind,
the essence of dreamed up times.
Sing me a lullaby
of the future you see.
The future of me.
Like I know nothing of it
and you do it so well.
Sing me the song of me,
sing about all you see.
Well done,
Fee
Almost every day now she asks me, "Ron, sing me a song." So, I comply to my best ability.
Ron