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......!