that dream again

Draft #1

nothing seems a pleasant slip
from here to there and back
so much the turquoise sky

the endless happiness and trip
singing there and here and black
so little from the melon why

something screams we lose our grip
frome here to there we fall
so far the turquiose sky

the endless melancholy whip
wailing there and here then black
a shattered slop of melon pie

 

Draft #2 

nothing's such a pleasant slip
from here to there and back
through the turquoise sky

an endless happiness and trip
singing there and here. then black.
from deep inside melon colored why

something screams we lose our grip
frome here to there we fall
from high atup a turquiose sky

an endless melancholy whip
wailing there and here then all
shattered slop of melon pie