Wednesday, October 24, 2001

'Can you tell me where you are'

Hail the beat, feel the rush
Do you think that love is
Should there be a way
To channel that loving saxophone
To direct me to you
Can you tell me where you are.

Hail the fine, hear the gifted
Give me a sign that you exist
In the heat of rush I feel a cry
Of dire despair so deep
A call that echoes in the dark
Chilling and warming yet.

Can you hear the cries I am sending
If you hear me, could you answer me.
Can you hear the cries I am sending
If you hear me, please answer me.

Hail the hope, give the cry
Never stop the need to answer
In your blindness you forget
The hand that soothed
Heart calls to heart, love
Meet me and I grant you release.

Can you tell me where you are.
Do you think that love is
To channel that loving saxophone
To direct me to you
Can you hear the cries I am sending
If you hear me, please answer me.

In the night, when all is dark
Is love so naïve that all forgets
Ignores the pain and tears
If you think so, tell me now
The heart is soft and weak
I forget to remember the things that make us human

Can you hear the cries I am sending
If you hear me, could you answer me.
Can you hear the cries I am sending
If you hear me, please answer me.

The heart is soft and weak
I forget to remember the things that make us human
Can you tell me where you are.

Saturday, October 20, 2001

'My crying soul'

Today oh today…

Once upon a time I cry
Now in the dark I laugh
At the futility
Of the crying soul
Caring beyond naught

Tomorrow my tomorrow…

Once upon a night
A peace of mind I sought
Only to find that the sun
Had vanished under the rain
And cause me eternal pain

Yesterday yesterday gone…

I dreamt of kisses and clouds
That rose below the waterfalls
And came up beneath the trees
Cradled in Mother’s hands
And my crying soul slept like a babe

If I never wake up
And find that spring passed me by
My soul will keep
Wake me up then
And open my eyes
To the winter that awaits me
Prepare me for the Wedding of Life
Marriage to the Master of Cycles
Culminating the Eve of an Era
That sings its heart over
To the brim and edge.