Foghorn

Chris Houston

The wind forms a cloud and breaks it
Pieces of cotton, like diamonds in the blue
Golden beams point to the rainbow
Dolphins jump over green hills, I wish them Goodbye

A distant foghorn greets the blind man
waving his hat to respond with dearest compliment
And with a bottle in his cage
He goes to sleep
He goes to sleep

All the lanterns are blinking and blinding
There’s a witch outside in the dark
And with the last shades of daylight
blackbirds are performing their marvelous show