Bore into the thick, layered, cloudy air Core though times and smoothly come to share- Gray oceans, dusty hills and a morning dare From door to door weave and I will be there . Time long gone with desperation and bore You and life, I am here looking for Upon the lonely dream kiss the night’s shore Ignite the hope; make the hidden secrete soar . Again I wait, not to let down the phone It’s insane why to me a spark not known ! As hope rose up to the tip of a cone, It shook like a whistle’s inside-rounded -stone Memories sound with echoes of their own . Imagine me, picture the spin of a fan There I stand charges; what a quitting man ! Jolts of current that could skin a lamb- Stormed the brain as means for waiting ran . If then you weep with a pinned-down tear And feel lonesome and sense a mighty fear I am far, yet reach to touch me near It takes more than shedding of a wet tear . Ride the thought, look around, climb the time Watch the verse and another verse, they should rhyme Oceans are blue, hills are green with wild thyme In that mysterious pond let's throw a dime.