With dreams of his slow guitar
caught in the net of my mind
I step out on my small porch, gaze;

I drink tea on the porch at sunset all alone
I may have many sorrows
I know this sadness

but it is still a beautiful world
I will walk with beauty all around me

how can we close our eyes?
anybody hear the forest fall?
the woods were lovely, dark and deep
now you loose the smell of the ocean
and the sea its shore

life is too strong for you
and weak hearts expire.