Have you ever heard such beauty ? "How the hell does he bend that string so ...", like a Red Beret on duty . Thank God , we are all sane and dont pull the trigger . our AK's like Strats , we play so cool .., Oh Man , go figure . This is the dawning of Aquarius , the Age of peace . But look at me , a Hippy whose fighting cannot cease . They told me to keep my mouth shut . But my Dreams live on ...
It took me years to realise , I was , but a pawn . U2 sing of Bloody Sunday . I play there song as a lie . I sit alone and so I cry ,
Looking for a flower And found a fruit. Looking for a source And found a sea. Looking for a woman And you found a soul.
slept with you......... When you wake and your mouth is dry. I give you tea to sip,
Leave your dream. Gave me the taste of earth, sea water, of seaweed.
From the bottom of your life, I got your kiss. Wet by your aurora as if I had arrived by the Sea that surrounds us. -
Come to me, now that no one sees us... No one will see that you come to me. Even I don't, well, I'm far away, I'm already in another world, loving you with a fury that you can't imagine...
Inside of me I found a thought, yet to be pieced together So I did and everything changed.
Her............. You know, last night I had a very strange dream, last night he showed up again nothing was as it may seem. Who cares whether he is with someone else or what the scene is, it is a positive dream for me. Nothing is as it may seem.
I never felt that I looked like much at all. I didn't believe it . I did have, you know, sun bleached hair, and after all you were in Greece you were so blonde, so blonde, so blonde, because there, they were mostly dark. ...........Skinny. Almost no boobs. To my great regret.
Oh, he was beautiful! Neither did he think that he looked like much. We both had problems.
Her Plato................
And so I lifted you up, and then I looked deep into your eyes You are going to meet a man who speaks with a tongue of gold And before you know it , your Soul is sold. You will be filled with "want" and full of sighs.
Anyhow, first of all the harbour is formed like a horseshoe. And then the little white-washed town just crawls up along the mountain all around the place. And there are no cars. There are only stairways.
And the boat stops far from shore. And so you are ferried in by smaller craft. And I arrived in mid December, there was storm, there was rain.
She tried to explain the I-ching as we sat amongst her cushions. Centuries of Chinese wisdom washed down with copious glasses of red wine . It was a roasting May afternoon on this Greek Isle. And somehow, I could not make her smile, I could not make her smile.
Lunch was served on the patio, overlooking the harbour bay. I listened attentively as to what she had to say , to say. Fresh bread , fresh cheese , olives and that same cold red wine. Every thing gave the impression of being just fine , just fine.
This re-enactement of times gone by, was fullfilled, when voices began to sing. Guitars were strummed and picked , with all the Joy they could bring, could bring. Rainbow flowing tops and satin throws, silk wrapped hands and turqouise rings, blending the mystery of how love grows, singing T-rex and songs of Freedom and Peace, letting Leonard sing of Suzanne, never to cease.
Holding hands in the corner as the Sun brought forth its colours. Singing till dawn, we are all in love, with each other, without a doubt . Hunger came next , over-whelming the mood, but then came from below the smell of Heaven. The Bakery baking its bread. "I'm Hungry", were all the words she said .
That was the I-ching in a moment of time , with French Onion soup at four in the morning.. all coming to pass , we were never in mourning, we were never in mourning.
The gentleman who picked flowers, is picking again , the scent is pleasant and strong... He presents his wares to the I-ching girl, she smiles and gives him some bread, she has taken no offense, he has done no wrong.
Let's fall asleep under the stars and dream, that this will never end, the Gods will smile on us and accept the love we send . Tokens of ours lives, as they may have been, and not as what has always ,inevitably, they have seen, they have seen .
And now my Fair Lady as I sing you my song. I can see by your eyes my words may be wrong. You have suffered enough in a World full of pain . This Magician with words, you will never see again , never see again .
The revelations above were only for Now. They have done their job of healing , he has fulfilled his vow , to be by your side as your troubles grew, now they are gone , he has nothing more to do.
