R. face to face

The sun beams down onto the park
and casts lost shadows
that dance away in to the dark.

The soft sprinkling water feeds
the dying green sea
patched and thirsty
growing old like me.

The sun beams down
and smiles on faces
smooth and clean
un-mapped form journey.

The Altas of my life
Tells me
all the lands I have seen
For
God country King and Queen.

The sun beams down
on ball games in the park
There's a boy,
He's a bit like me,

He turns and looks
and bids me to follow
the sun beams down
into the park
the ball bounced away
into the dark.