spit and spatter

ˇSpit and spatter, water of matter
Rush in my veins of the rhythm
Of the rain dreaming of hazy days
To see god rays.
 
Water of the cold, white gold dropping
Down I can feel aim getting old
Remembering the days if playful ways
Friends of old happy days.
 
The air of heat summer beat, buy
My brother woman in heat fruit on
The trees there only need cycle of
Nature it shall be
 
When leaves of old I can smell the
Mold, The moon is very cold. Gather
The harvest for wheat water matter.
Celebrating the moon in morning due
 To lunar Hume.
 
By kenneth napper