Gennett Peak

drawing

mexico

crescendo and the epoch dims
at the hand of god
as we play our careless carefree tune
youth is at its best here
and we live it up
for tomorrow we will die
without a passing thought
form flowing down down
with a muted scream I drown
softly in your melody
can you hear me brother swimming
in this head of mine all thought is dimming
down down, but all is well
time will flow time will show my love
down down but all is well.

RI Beryl