Canada

color=green][size=12][i][b]Golden Sandstorm, tied up with a golden sash
Enlightening diamonds sparkle it my eyes
Mermaids sitting by the pool
Old men playing checkers, abiding by rules.

Long train passes, and the conductor waves
Fast train passes by, and disappear into a cave.

I play with my fingers, and time goes into a wall,
Touch and go is the situation

Rough lessons learned
Stand tall

I love you fragrance it drives me wild
but with your love, I am but a child.
Tickle my ears, call me your man

~ I want everything. ~

Golden sandstorm trailing its sash,
Superficial diamonds cascade to ash,
At the pool sit old men seeking rules to obey,
but I love the mermaids and to stroke their soft hair.

There's a long train that's passing, stare into the dark!
Stare and wait for the fast train and go touch the wall where time says you were last;
Where roughed up and learning I still wait for your fragrance,
To look down the line, stare for lights in the distance, but not coming... just past?


Your words just struck up a little pastiche in my imagination... thanks Writer,
Mark in the UK............

Cool, Nice lyric the both of you.
Hows it hangin boys? Hope ya'll are doing well.