Hazy Stares

Feel the sun upon your face.
Let your mind drift to a safe warm place.

Through the valley and over the hills
let the fog lift and the years disappear.

To when life was a pleasure
each moment a thrill.

Let your mind drift
and follow it there

Now all images turn inside
distorting space, destroying time.

Don't worry what you leave behind
for reality was always just a frame of mind

Yellow dove flies across a green sky.
Men lie bleeding but never die.

There are some woods where we use to play.
The sun was bright as we shared the days.

A babbling brook is close by,
it calls again to warm me with lies.

There is a mountain but it has turned to a hill.
It whispers of forgotten pleasures but I can not hear.

I find myself now in a meadow,
where the grass is taller than trees.

It seems I have changed size
but the world won't believe.

A bluebird flies by to wish me well
I join in her flight with a hazy stare.

Time my friend is a fiendish foe
and each moment that's lost
shall never return