It is want that leads the way across playgrounds

In pretty faces of laugh and stray

The circus left me alone

As the big top spins

Land lies in apple midst ripe stars bursting home let

Low we weep in color given as reward for love held fast

Leap in sky given hope among ranting parents want answers

Sleep fast after drink leaves amber requests in lover’s passions pent

Prow across the bands of wonder learned in arms of unknown faces

Sand rumbles past wit retails of solemn news dripping hope given

Beach of days gone as water washes away all of dreams given restitute

Appears in shells bleached clean as bones left for the answers to be given

Scratch a match in natters rolling with tide helping souls come to peace

Match of revelation wailing in westward winds eroding rock lines to dust

Fears left in as much of hope as man can bear upon his throne with hope let

Each wanders past the robber and the band of faith kept a lone in lover’s quark

Sea trickles past the bucket left to the wisdom of angels and failing lovers cast

Rim burns to live again in the words to smith left for essay and rhyme given purpose

Him as requester takes before giving to others the share of historic value in hues

Me just coming to my time in mental cascades feeling every drop of hindrance speaking

Find a resting of sorrow and bending of hope cast before candles burning and spirit speak

Blind as cathedrals working the crowd of day moneychangers sacrifices golden calf gone

Mind plays so many needing a reference point to understand plates stacked to heaven

Bring forth a tribute and burn animal leaving fruit and vegetables to devoured starving

Ring a bell for riding past sand left cold for freedom holds a desert faster than hope left

Call a drifter back to suppose wind and rain as dirt is mellow grows in no one knows

Val is trying to escape images of kindness growing past clouds dripping fame in help

All talk in cheap visage of needed prayers on an artist palette now growing old

May takes a rose to view new places to grow a soul in places known to truth

Say it is not so that her wind will never find a fire fly burning up best wilderness love

Red strays to fast that even in trying to stay I carry want and need past the seed left alone

Bed cold from her warmth on a dawn waiting honor and pleasant phase dripping honey

Dead lays in ghost upon embers seeking so much heart felt purpose prying in quest tried

Said lays in reasons pleading before a time in mind resting pat in heart shaped dreams

Sigh is a flyer upon a wind and words passing rails rumbling more in gather grain placed

Die she will in a will by a tree of life wanting more than a nation coming past darken

High crisp wanting needle seeking only a vein trust on moutons turning to river run

Ly as people rest past either lust placing fault triangle melting images on smoke gone

Cry as man comes home to the placid vision of his earth-gone cold his honor buried