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Sing softly, child Can you bring me peace, Sweet release From my endless task? I want to bask Ask me 'what do you want?' I say, 'whatever I don't have to have' For when that time comes, boy I will really enjoy my life And I still might want what I have not got But I'll quit it, not get caught In the half-hitch slip tie knot Of the clinging rope of my attachment. I'll lift latches and catches On doors and hatches Of the weary dreary clutches Of the roots and hutches Of my need to have it. Can U C me In those sun-drenched places? Take me there, won't you Don't let me go I think I want you Feel I must have you And like me, you yearn after me With a forlorn look of wistful surrender Bending to the 'of course nots' Sitting like modern fencing We move away, barely looking Knowing we must turn our gaze And our backs toward one another Smother desire Throw the fires' kindling Into the pyre Of they where we already lay. Cave pictures, you feel me… Seem so real, like an IMAX movie No climax to soothe me O knowing that my work likes elsewhere Care not, dare not, dulce hair Sweetness of the morning sun Rise like honey butter in my dreams Melt like reams Of half-baked loose caked Mud on my jeans Brushed off casually As I resume my life as is Not even dreaming to kiss The fantasied depths of the untouched mirror I see you in Maybe dark skinned Or blonde-tressed Gypsy dress Layered like a sweet girl's Child fantasy Young and free, now empowered to be The fantasy On my cave wall That's all. And in another time and place Far and yet so near I'll walk down your hall And flutter you down With All that I AM And All I've Become Once I'm One Once the moon and the sun Come together at last And close the future from the past. My need wants to have it Yet I can wait, not have it Break the bad habit Of leaping to my death. copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |