Moon life in Spiral light --
Moon lite... Bathe US in
Silver flight -- trips as they
breath of air... Quick as acid
of life...
life upon the grasses.... moist... only
Mother Moon whispers the final
command of orgasm.... purpose
of coming togather beyond children.
What more keeps Men alive?
GOD? DOG? Mirrors or Mirages?
take me Moon as My Love lies in
Heat under my waiting, for I feel
She is real.... And this is beyond
Heaven Itself, so this I must protect ---
for the love of Happiness for my Mate
to make reunion as One, we must
not be late....
She is Woman, young, old, wisdom
she holds in her mouth and heart
refreshing as dew oasis
quietly refresh the wanderers and
thanks is heard from their sighs
of relief of needs thirst, not
knowing the language of the waters
and sands but rejoice as ocean
breaks its seeds across the barren land,
O My Love hold on to me for
once in your world at least
a moment, I am a part of..
Needing.... wanting... Drinking from my woman as the Sun
drinks from the clouds of rain -
a purpose so light as rays,
so deep as the waves --
Waves =....motion
rhythm...
Africa --
RAYS=....Melody -
evolution ....purpose
+ America
togather?
a song... Marriage of the fruit and
frustrations
of the past.... the Moment of
NOW.... Tears of Joy... laughters
of sorrow ... And the Birth of necessary
Dreams of tomorrow
Jimi Hendrix, Londonderry Hotel, London, c.1970
[ Cherokee Mist (1993 HarperCollins) ]