Homeless Man

Dropping like stones,
This hail on my head.
Left here all alone,
Dropping like stones.
My eyes slowly close,
As they feel made of lead.
Dropping like stones,
This hail on my head.

Amethyst Dreams

Colors of wine and milk,
in this flower bed of silk.
A scent reminiscent of honey,
colors of wine and milk.
I sipped your wine in pastures green,
Made drunk by amethyst dreams.
Colors of wine and milk,
in this flower bed of silk.