peal back the curtain certain from their eyes
blaze of something famed no surprise,
minus the perpetual rest deep inside
Summer with whispers holding fast

there's a certain curtain beneath their brow
gone is no winter and forget the fall
to the no it all take a shawl
proud to be a patron of honor

just let laughter bleed in honesty
circle fold want to be
collecting bright knit beads
smoking M ary Jane who is to gain

frightened said I in the moment near the shore
Tie dyed shirts with sandals galore
have a sip of Expresso waiting on awe so much more
the presence of an acostic blunder laying trench on the floor