I like to sit and watch the sun –
rise and write – but just for fun!
Sometimes I’ll stop, sit and watch, just mute
at othertimes, softly, play the gentle flute;
on warm dune sands I’ve laid my head:
and in the night sky, stars, above, I’ve read
seen many things just come and go
sometimes people – that I find I know
but if I should whistle up the wind instead
oh – what mischief – in this life I’ve lead!
Later on, as the sun settles down.
I’ll stay and wait until the moon comes ’round
to play hide-and-seek – and to-and-fro in
between the clouds will I finally find my poem.