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.