Midnight Garden Song

driftin' onto the high plains of life
with my face beamnin'
how can i not have a cheeky grin
with a little bit o' twinkle
when me ticker throbs with da
solar evanescence
bringin' on visions of immortality
an' astounding climbs into the
hidden mountains of the mind
yeh mon, 'ow can i not be grinnin'?

driftin' onto the high plains of life
sun beautiful sun falls lower in the sky
an' leaves that are picked up by the wind
get thrust up into the empty space of air,
above the cars and above the people
with their conglomerate confusions
that have all but annexed the cherishing o' da soucxe
- the empty incredible.

jus' me then, a ghost eternal
talkin' to ghosts an'
walkin' through it all with,
if i have ta be honest,
not much to offer those who
really need help
at any given point in space an' time;
only this intoxication
pushin' me to write down any ole'
stream of words that come to me
like cherry pickin' in the midnight garden