Watching the Jester playing his tricks

Whilst avoiding sleep and questions that slip

Wearing silk, velvet and not much more

Laughing at the insanity of the 80’s

Behind shut and locked doors,

Hear the bells music so fine

Dreaming past midnight 

Thoughts that are not quite mine

Embrace the silence 

As an owl calls out its rhymes 

Sends a stillness so simple

Makes the darkness so fine.

A flag flutters from a mast far away

As I dance rum soaked and sodden

And the gunfire is deafening watch the cannon balls play.