I looked at the moon tonight,
I wished it were described
through her eyes,
so that only I could understand,
what it is she was looking for.
I would like to imagine passion,
like the lunar magic in a holistic pattern,
all of us drawn,
well especially her and me,
by the mystique of the moon.
I stayed inside then
the remainder of the night,
I knew the stars were there,
under the moon light,
we could all pretend we were
I listened to the blues,
wondered about certain energy,
hoped I might be alright,
to have this tendency,
to want to understand,
and get it.
Under the light of the moon,
Sang the blues in a quiet swoon.
I love her,
yes, did I mention the other day,
when espousing on love,
it is designed in the elements so defined
in her beauty.
Oh, she does,
yes, and she can forever cast eternal light,
she may cause a certainty in my heart,
to bleed with every pore of possibility,
to explode with such a torrent,
buries all indication of question,
when in her eyes,
I can see a world that I truly might exist inside.
Oh she does,
yes she does sing the blues,
she will be the delicious drawn out melody,
that might settle my heart,
or let it speed so rapidly,
my world will not be contained
within the soothing nature of her sweet soul.
Yes, she does,
yes, oh my fire alone,
she can, will, may always
in her quiet reality,
a demeanor of delight,
it is this uncertainty we strive to omit,
in order to with little regret,
with a sensual twist of her lips,
see her, she is smiling,
I can tell
I love (her).
I was walking down the street the other day
when I did notice you. The guy standing on the corner
offering his wares in a shady manner.
I thought to myself, why not, why did this exist today.
I was walking down the street just today
when I noticed you again. Wanting your wares
to be bought and sold by the everyman.
For that is the truth
we all seem to want the same things
If a guy next to me riding the city train
be wearing a fabric, a garment, a chain, a bracelet
I might want that in my hands
so I’m going to take it you see,
I’m going to want to have it now
While I’m walking nearly by
on a sunny day along the avenue.