CURRENTLY HUNTING DOWN SOME OF THE STORIES RE: POETRY AND PROSE. FINDING INSPIRATION FOR FUTURE LYRICS TO SOME NEW SONGS. SO BRINGING THEM UP TO THE CURRENT DATE FOR EASY ACCESS.

SOME SOOTHING MUSIC ALONGSIDE TOO ?

(I can’t multitask, so listening and reading at the same time is a no go)

Music played and written by Gray Summers. That’ll be me then….

FROM THE CITY LIFE TO COUNTRYSIDE LIVING……..

Escaped from city downtown,

Moved over to the Westside.

Journey?

Miles on miles

To eventually arrive

At a coastal beach vibe

In ‘95.

Man, it was a good time

A very, very good time

To find

Our souls were

Suddenly alive.

No more need to struggle to win

Broke out from the bubble skin

Of city life

In order

To survive.

Stars were brighter

In the Night sky

Mood felt lighter

And Passers by

Didn’t pass by.

They waved,

Approached

They stopped,

They smiled and joked ,

They said ‘Hi’.

And we, simply being us,

Always smiled,

And said ‘Hi’

In reply.

Hi?

It meant a bond was there.

Equal to a thousand words.

No one ever stopped to share

Comments on the weather.

An unspoken rule,

Never heard.

We were birds of a feather.

It was that look exchanged

Knowing.

We were almost suddenly complete.

Knew where we were going.

Like the local guy

Named Pete,

A prophet?

Or Yogi?

Stood on one leg

Balancing perfectly

Stock still

Looking out to sea

In his own silence.

Content. Free.

High on life.

Caught in a trance.

Healed by Nature.

Thought to himself

‘Man! This is so Deep

I feel I could dance’.

On Summer evenings

Amongst the Dunes.

Those endless afternoons

Sang endless tunes

Taught specific rules.

‘Live a lazy life’.

‘Say No to strife’.

‘Be cool as cool’.

‘Stop, or maybe start,

Acting the fool’.

T’was an exceptional way

To pass the time.

Sublime in

Allowing the growth

From small beginnings

To full blown creation for

Future memories to own.

Developed with elation.

Found within joy and contemplation.

Contentment found simply from

Singing in celebration.

Adopting words from

Crooned out tunes

Sat under a Harvest Moon.

The mind settles

No longer frantic

Just more romantic

When oft heard melodies

From the 1920s

Mind shower down

As if from the sky.

‘Pennies from Heaven’,

‘Blue Moon’, ‘Stardust’,

‘Baby, Come out of the Clouds’,

‘As time goes by’.

Still singing, eyes glistening

With happy tears?

Nah! You explain.

The beach on solstice nights.

Means dancing, arms to heaven

Feeling for rain.

Hands with Mudra patterns

Swirl shapes

Amongst the flying

Fire sprites

Innately insane.

Hurling around

On ash flown surf boards

Cackling

Alongside the crackling of

Flames.

Tears start falling,

So turning away

In surprise.

You lie to yourself,

Truth disguised.

‘These tears?

It’s because’….

You croon,

You surmise

Under a solstice moon

Where beach fires burn.

‘These ain’t emotional tears.

Nah!

It’s just that

Smoke gets in your eyes’.