On hot field days they wave to the flowers,
And matching grasshoppers climb their stems,
As pink butterflies visit in the lazy hours,
While their sly namesake doesn't notice them!
Frequently a chorus of crickets can be heard,
As they sway gracefully under Moon and Mars.
When beauty is spoken without a single word,
Like a distant sound of summer night guitars!
suns for kisses, kisses to mars
mars on the moon, he misses stars
stars are dead, dead in our hearts
hearts weary and broken, broken by our mars.
Be a father to me
place a hand on my head
keep me rooted, my mind
Oh father, why won’t you let me levitate?
I understand that you are distant
for me to grow above you
but please, that searing shield you carry,
put it down.
Embrace me warmly
......
a full moon is out
lilacs dance with sighing breeze
tall tree silhouettes
the lake is glassy
in the beauty of beyond
so still and peaceful
I hear the night birds
as my heart pitter patters
......
pink dawn on red mars
as far off sun glimmers gold
more probes are coming
someday red roses
when the greenery arrives
and with it fresh air
blue lakes and swimming
with the clouds, winds and the rain
......
suns for kisses, kisses to mars
mars on the moon, he misses stars
stars are dead, dead in our hearts
hearts weary and broken, broken by our mars.
Be a father to me
place a hand on my head
keep me rooted, my mind
Oh father, why won’t you let me levitate?
I understand that you are distant
for me to grow above you
but please, that searing shield you carry,
put it down.
Embrace me warmly
......
Oh I have lost my goddess,
My beautiful Venus.
And I am feeling worthless;
Without my dear Venus.
I went to sleep one night,
To wake the following day.
At morn I found she took her flight
Onto the skies away.
......
pink dawn on red mars
as far off sun glimmers gold
more probes are coming
someday red roses
when the greenery arrives
and with it fresh air
blue lakes and swimming
with the clouds, winds and the rain
......
a full moon is out
lilacs dance with sighing breeze
tall tree silhouettes
the lake is glassy
in the beauty of beyond
so still and peaceful
I hear the night birds
as my heart pitter patters
......