Mark R Slaughter - Guessing Your Thoughts lyrics

You're many minds – Which one shall tease today? Cloaked in summer haze, Someplace we breach a flow of river shadows – Blue-brown, green-blue, the surface – Colour rarely matters Under cool of shade, Where life relaxes life. Stirs of breeze Releasing cogitation, I take a chance, Catch a phrase from out of gaze To guess a personality, Patch it on your pretty face – Freckles pricking tans across the pleasing skin (Hairfalls – shimmering blondes – Add wholesomeness to cheek, Sleekness to the neck, Enticement) . Eye caught eye Circling; we're brown to hazel Flanked by instrumentalists Orchestrating summer play – So many species, crafting, Lending calm Through gentle airs of country sound. Adrift, though consciousness retained As islands– Mindless of the day, Yet random times refocusing - We toy again: What are those thoughts –? A frantic trade of doubt –? Do I lesson in the background, Blurring into gra**y realms?