Krackatinni

Memories, what good are they?
They always seem so far away.

He loves to sit and listen,
To the night-bird and the quail.
The wind, and to the crickets,
But! The silence, it prevails.

“What’s in a name” She cried
“A rose by any other name would smell the same”

Dreams from long ago
Dreams of yesterday

My feet they dance a melody
A melody of love,

You have this inner strength you see
That keeps you strong and keeps you free,

Dirty fingernails, Yuk!!
There is nothing worse than dirty fingernails

Here I am sitting at my computer
With both fingers slowly typing away
Slow but steady as I go
What more do I need

The silence of your mind
Lays loosely at your side
And the shadows of your soul
Hangs lightly on your mind

Fairies come to wonderland
Where magic it abounds,
Fairies come to wonderland
Where they make a magic sound.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Or it’s only skin deep

Imagination is a powerful thing
But sometimes it scares us,

Her beauty scares me
I look into her eyes

Lets dance across the meadows
Through a wonderland of green,

The soft autumn breeze it blows gently
As I sit here in the shade of a tree,
And I think of the times I have wandered
In the days when my life I was free.

The soft autumn breeze it blows gently
As I sit here in the shade of a tree,
And I think of the times I have wandered
In the days when my life I was free.

Can ya’ crack a whip?" he said, in a slow and gravely voice,
"I dunno’," I said, "But I guess I could, if I had a choice."

silently she creeps, slowly at first
then, with a quickened pace she moves.
clutched to her breast is a small shape from her past,
her heart races in panic, afraid of being heard.

In, the dead of night they come,
When the moon is in it’s full,
Their moves are swift, with pounding feet,
Across the old bascule.

Whilst walking down the street one day,
I was taken by surprise.
I met a little crocodile,
With tears in his eyes.