Turquoise Monster

A recording of my song Summer Sun. Summer Sun by Salaric

Encased in stone, the bones of the lizard lies Weathered and worn, preserved but millennia dead

Face in stone Carved and craved Face of curve Angel in jade

Relic in torch light Nothing but fragments Held by byssal threads Detritus floats Within the beam The diver explores A mystery of the mud

Click Swirl Click Blink Click Flash Click Click CLICK

A note to the girl With pony tailed hair Left undelivered Shyness drove it away No bungy jump At your side

Echos of rivers fall from ghosts of eyes Frozen – your expression a lie Faded, cracked, nothing but the void Masked by death, an effigy of lore Twisted masquerade hiding the truth… Of you.

Mists rising Morning tide Skies ripped With dawning

The hat of the explorer Sat in the attic Full of stories untold One day a child Claimed it for fun Dress up Adventures – made up Rememberings Through generations Stowed.

Mist misting creeping up into the air Spiralling into ground clouds Hiding the morning