If you can feel the music playing in your body, that too is a cascading sound that makes you feel good

Catching a jazzy beat, that makes you feel as you should

Balancing balloons, are in the air, but is running free with love and happiness

Willow trees tightly bending in the breeze but is carefully in sight of being soft with tenderness

Eagles visions is perfect with common wealth spectrums of the third eye peaking into the mist of glassy, shifting, sandy, past time

Special wisdom in busted down epics by whispers at being kind

Skipping school cobblestones are the path ways in drinking red wine, when one starts to hear the soft, tiny, Mars light dreams

I easily see the true sunset of illusions at the end, but they are blocked with clean, shifting, sprinkling, moon beams

Special tented textures are busted by the soft whispers at being seen

Politician's perfect avenues are series in true arrays that are not that keen

Blue jeans and a white tee shirt is all you need

The sound is sweet and you will truly succeed

The next time you kiss , what do you hear?

I would say; The Sound Is Sweet!

In that babbeling brook of desire

Not knowing just how to put out that mighty fire

Oh, The sound is sweet......!