POG

Tired
Bobbing my head
On the waves lapping on sand
Sea foam, mind roams
Tired
Yawning, mouth open
Lay this head
Down

Tired
You are in my heart
Playing a soft violin
A cool
Congo drum
Cajoling soul-ing
An alma all noche
As im approaching
The sun over the
Flat mississipi soy bean field
Six a, m, sun rise

Tired
All night
Foaming, lapping
Lambent energy
Of water to wade in
Music our lives are made in
Carved out of time
And the celestial symphony

Falling asleep under stars
Up for hours
Sun light, rain drops dew on
Flowers