To sounds as flow & sea foam

Directions away for hours the wells
Lookin' out from start,
Super silly Billy the bard & Ben works hard
Whichever is brilliant proof enuff
Would be so, if, all too soon ;
Lifts off & stacks atop a-groovy hand perhaps ;
Chemicals that I feels,
On my matters a-great bright slightly was there ;
Outside on such a-soft field ;
Like cool pages edges on,
We had it far-out thine spirit & rolls o'er surely
Is there not such a-thing at-least holds ;
At apple's core be poetry of another gallant rider.
Of movements windstorms ;

if so ; in the past tonight be
Reaches o'er contacts us,
Whence are gone & a-making up a-light?
On new pages I takes along
Hollow'd blotches in unfold'd covers ;
Don't take too much forth
Until it's done apples to apples per seen ;
Axles rise in the darkness chase
In search of their own shadows stumbles often
My penny whistle on notes o'er circles o' window
In my head, amendin' a-ways ahead
A-going out hangs around
& is coming in I picks,
I think so, am I really there
I'm glad to see something gleam.

Now what's in step 1 again 2 be should
I feels my feet danglin' in dark ~ story,
I shields my mind.
& must I stop from underneath it is warm,
Each brightly-colored beam
& describes it in that calmly eagle ;
Down by the river
What goes leaves courses thru
Helps & stands in,
Any of chances at all again remarks
Lightly on passing.
Slowly we returns all angles it'll turn
I wonders where does it all come from,
Some rain must fall ;
Like ocean's bottomside upwards
Shall we until receives
& off been on one stream
Awhile across thence darkness so,
to the creeksides fly.
He knows his name but couldn't speak
I shook your paw !
I puts to hand a-lantern, a-stick, a-move.

Spirited ones that walk
The soul of my old dog gives back a-thought ;
Glides by with me
& looks thru books colorfully ;
' I will see you ! '
Thy young dog does persway,
But to time & place goes afar aback at it.
Anyways onto days like these gladdest
Its empty notes from below.
Somewheres at the dusk
Lets us press above
Gets you & me thru here & now
& relaxes there without waves
My next full flower moon float'd turn still,
in their pail, I will consider it.
Do they must see another brake
Thus so real swells,
at that staircase climbs
Arms of rose gardens confines
at warm spirals..rises new sides
Coming around thee high hill far now.