Warm Winter Freeze!!

to sleep in a land unknown no more; warm thyself,
in bulky wool woven with strings of blue, red & yellow,
then you'd fish a dead sea your time away, lookin to help
the mortals at the water's edge caressed by a weeping willow

the sparrows chirp the morning away for twelve too much a quid,

lay with lies right at the mirror do I still devour; still cherish,
sounds acoustic and romance over a late jazzy night; yet insipid,
this hazy moonlit whisper may be the culprit that I fetish.......

Oh napoleon girl!! you’ve missed the scenery, the trees ’ve run dry;

At rare hours thy scents and thy warmth have I missed too, and you whole;
I walk Emily to the Interchange in hope of a hand without a cry,
Hope someone said won’t raise no dust until oh hope bids your soul!!

See unreal now, let it be!!