Only we spoil sin
King james said there is pleasure in it
For a season
And
You say
You say
You say
You say
You say
King james
He say
To everything
There is a season
We drove a van to ms morrison’s
And now we go in a borrowed car
Full of tears and full of cheers
And five hearts desperately waiting
Waiting for a taste, for the scent on the wind
Just a hint of honey
To say
To say
To say
To say
To say
Keep going, mama
Keep going, friend
But most days now I don’t know why at all
…’bout anything, much less this
lemon starch and lemonade
plant me a tree,
and I’ll have it made
I’ll have it made in the grassy shade that’s full of green and wet and warm and moist and dark and cool but always green and always live and fat and happy to bee
3 comments:
Hi! Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment. Came over to visit and had to stay a while. Amazing words here - love the feel of them, and their rhythm - read down to the bottom of the page, until I reached "older posts" and realized I promised myself some studio time...but still....Do you know Jorie Graham's work? your feel reminds me of her...I'll be back.
If I made you pause, I have been successful, for the pause is all I want. Jorie Graham? No, but I will check it out. Thank you. Look forward to hearing more from you. May all light and inspiration find your studio today and may you be fully free to allow it to flow through you. Peace & Love.
Van Morrisson. Tupelo Honey. That was your soundtrack. Right?
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