Friday, February 17, 2006

moanin till i sing

gon moan my melody
gainst da deep an dark
gon moan my soulful song
gainst dat deep and endless dark
gon cry out loud and long
till lightnings flash and spark

gon moan my lonesome tune
till sky let go da rain
gon moan my lonely lonesome tune
till sky let go buckets fulla rain
gon cry out loud and long
till sky let go destruction hurricane

when I wake up one morning
i’m gon see dat evenin sun
oh, when i wake up one early morning
i’m gon see dat evenin settin sun
I’m gon sing long, low sweet and pretty
cause i’ll know my race done been won

I’m gon sing a long low pretty spirit song
cause i’ll know my race just been won

breathing easy

many times you slept
gently curled in my arms
breathing easy on the F line
speeding through dark watery tunnels
between that twenty four dollar island
and a cost of millions Prospect Park
we traveled to 15th street north
past nowhere, near everywhere
Sometimes you knitted pieces
to a long red scarf with faint traces
of your soul and your sweet perfume
symbol of a never to be broken bond
a perfect friendship circle of string
i admired your fingers and your toil
the love you transferred to each thread
and though time has swiftly melted
long days and bottomless empty years
I still see your every perfection
your every beautiful flaw
deeply hidden in a watery
secret place of timeless memory
and as I pause I sometimes think
maybe you were a mermaid
in a half forgotten dream