Palms waving in the wind
Remind me of waves waving to the shore
Reach to feel some more
Are the words meant for me
Was it all make believe?
Was time tricked into believing I’d lie
Outside I walk, I sing, I think to the sky
Wax backs
Heart beans
Cold drink
Art reams
Time would hum above me
It’s past, it’s passed, we cannot take it back
Leaking jazz would drift into the sunset
Time, it just never stops
Only slows down when it’s gone
Breeze bending in the night
Recalling the clocks curves once ignored
Reach to feel some more
It’ll be real when you believe
this is your life chuck johnson 