Tusk the sun storms
Aging gracefully,
a state of mind
Drumming rhythms
Loud vibrations over a quiet stream
Echoes over the red rimed canyons
Wealth slips over the edge
Lighted and sparkling it falls
Polished oak cabinets glimmer in a soft oil
Aging gracefully the guitarist plays
Strumming a rhythm.
Vibrations moving a quiet crowd
Echoes bounce on the far oak wall
The sun storms far off, it’s sending
us a signal
Breaking waves
Lighted and sparkling
Sliver and black images glimmer
in the soft light
Tusk the sun storms
Gollum is learning the meaning of ....
Words & Graphics by Tomas