"Carmelita-
Hold me tighter-
I think I'm slipping away..."
-Lind RondstatI always dreamed of
what it would be like
to look inside
someone's eyes,
and know
what they were thinking.
Oh, Man-
with your smiling hurts
and empty songs-
I only want to know you-
make love in th desert
under the purple morning,
and the sunbaked sky.
Somehow, I knew they
would be afraid-
understanding has always scared me.
You were wonderful-
and patient,
even when you realized
that this goddss
was bronze
instead of gold.
I don't n=knowhow this will end-
we are green-
growing to the sky
under the drought
that cannot touch
our innocence.
When I saw you,
I could guess
how you would hold me-
sleepy eyes
and imaginary music-
the voices in my headforming a dance-
feeling like Carmen,
I kiss you again,
and know that
I am beautiful.
The dusty hot wind
of evaporated passion
beating against legs-
hurting lips,
and feeling heavy-
but we are
children of dew,
and the beautiful
yellow blossoms
were meant for us alone.
Iduna-
I can feel the rain.
Mother and life
please drink
at our humble well.
And now the storms.
I can see the ocean.
The waves are slate
and they wash away
my desert
raping pinks and orange
in selfish hues of gray.
Green is a wonderful color
for lightning-
oh goddess, spare us-
we keep your fires burning.
I woke you up,
again this morning-
with a quiet voice,
and eyes I remember,
sometime-
from a dream
I used to hate to wake from.
She visited us dreamers again-
eand now the desert
strives again towards orange and blue.
All my songs are one.
The room is cold.
Move over.
I san still see the ocean.