Shades of wooden nowheres lead to light

Have you got a light

I need light

 

Instead of six lagers for breakfast

I had a piece of toast

 

Blood, hope, words can bring peace

 

In transition a panting breath

birth, life, death - always struggle, always joy

and always always words

 

Overrated Morrissey sprawls 

on sun-splashed lawns

weaving goodbye laced in

lashes of Belloc and Nash

 

Oh! For a gentle tone

Much like a sparkling waterfall - 

fragrant, sweet flowers as confetti.