Summer

Summers come and summers go
Missing sun from long ago

Further floating down a stream
Thoughts adrift in sleepless dream

Golden rays of sun adorn
Memories of a past well worn

In the present forests grow
Missing sun from long ago

The Dream

I awoke in the night
In a bed not my own
Cozy and warm
In a world unknown

The room was small
And a fire was burning
for the first in my life
I was not filled with yearning

There was food on a table
and clothes laid out
A note that read
Morning will come about

I laid down my head
And closed my eyes
Night will end
The Son will rise

Plastic Surprise

Chinese made plastic surprise
Discount porn in a movie disguise

Shades of gray in a bargain bin
We have our freedom our export is sin