Sitting on the couch drinking tea

Or wine or whatever you want

Staring out across the stormy sea

The glorious sun enters the sky

For he is a catcher

A catcher of dreams

Undone, sitting on the beach,

It seems, he cries for his own dreams

Across the accented road of the mind

I sit perched upon my well of shine

Filled to the brim with enter and light

He enters his sights of confusion or flight