Sunshine rays of yellow and gold…

The sun will play upon our minds

And dancing in the courtyard of a Shakespeare play

Where some obscure Scottish poet bowed and died

You have to say, only God knows what’s coming our way

When we play for rain, we are praying for sunshine

In the play for today, do we really know who is reading who’s line?

I will say "May God make it “Mine” !!!

Here today, and gone down the avenue

Where the oceans play and I’m always loving you

This time we’ll stay and count the illusions (upon the fast moving shadows of slow moving, small white clouds)

I will say “I’m laughing out loud” ….

And I will pray that they may hear that sound….

We can hope that never again may anyone cause her or himself or any other to fall down in some kind of pain….

We try to stay on or close to that line…

This whole plan may be so very very old…

But when I can’t see the sun or hear the caring whispers of my soul…

Let me love the illusion and never ever talk….about the cold.