Never would I like
To declare my time rare
For always in my sight
Is the afternoon stare
Onward will I stroll
Forgiving all I see
For blame is under control
When all I've scheduled is free
Coordinates unknown
Call to face alighted smile
By the wind I'm blown
A broken shiny tile
Fit not for any wall
Blithe sunshine watches close
Among us I shall fall
My shadow whistling mos'
The call of the busy repose
Chapters in the tale
All the bustling depots
Projects sure to sail
But it's the desert life for me
Among the sandy lizards
I pine not for that sea
Nor picking rocks for gizzards
Roman Ryan 