Gone Is The Time What sad symposiums these walls echo! Fleeting glimpses of times gone by, Of shadows hinted at in half-seen meetings... And what ovated orchestras these columns whisper! Sadly, they are notes but passing as though leaves, And tales spun by those yearning for yesteryear. But then, softly now!...softly, The chirrup of a bird resounds and resonates, Lone and innocent. What innocence these walls remember, O', for wisdom gained! The loss of childhood. No longer does the sound of children's laughter ring, No longer do these hallowed hall's doors open, Gone is the time! And gone is the place. Weep with me now, as age takes it's toll, and tolls the death-bell, Of all that's held dear.

The Sun Will Appear A melancholy mauve settles upon dreams, Descending quickly, but without haste, Encompassing and shrouding, smothering and clouding, So happiness dives, encapsulated, into the deep, Fearing, not wishing to peek out beyond its perimeters. So get out and walk on the way to heaven but beware: The road signs mislead and they point off elsewhere. Here, where happiness is smothered, the hour glass turns slow... Ponderingly so. But there are answers here, to be glimpsed through the rain, Lessons to be gleaned and a certain wisdom to gain. That said, food doesn't settle and everything's afloat, And the island's surrounded by a fearful moat. Conversely, there are fish. And where there are fish, you can be certain there's a hope, and a chance, if but a wish. And in this place of eternal downpour and of isolation and, importantly, of fish, There's a sun on the horizon, near where happiness hovers, still choked, But winking now, through the rain drops. And when the rain clouds gather and happiness dims away, Keep your eyes open; the sun will appear...someday.

Mermaids In The Basement Honestly Dear, Everything's Eventual, Fading Away, Dream or Reality. Trust Me. There Are Mermaids in my Basement.

Promise Me This Five sevens and a nine, Bring us to a point in time, Where the clocks they chime, And I have your hand in mine. So leave me not now here forever, As for your heart I do endeavour, It matters not to me whatever, As long as there's you and I together. It's for you so long I've sought, Against my better-nature fought, I've had my heart-strings wrung out taut, And my mind with you consumed in thought. So when five sevens and a nine, Bring us to a point in time, When the clocks they chime, And I have your hand in mine, Promise me this: that you'll be there for me, That you won't leave me there, alone an lonely.

The Earth Tumultuous mountains cast their voices to the wild, throaty roars as old as the world, their roots grow deep. And the frothing white seas rise up to meet their vocal challenge, They dash themselves upon weakening shores with unrelenting vigour, And above them all the skies are rolling, boiling and bubbling in fury, Grey as death they hurl down rain. Lightning strikes with the vengeance of gods. The mountains and the seas and the skies are at war, in never-ending competition for dominion of the earth.