John Coltrane was right
let's not pretend,
love is supreme
in the corner of the night
with a bottle half empty
a candle burns bright
as the wind blows fiercely
Now an essence fills me with light
as I wait among the shadows
want to serve all night long
been waiting for my hands
to bring home with me
give some love and attention.
I see a glorious diamond smile
want to release her dancing feet
who have never stopped loving
as angels fly far above
and the gardens offer their flowers
it's this witch on earth, this song is for.
Sailing sea and sky
restless in the mind
try to listen to my heart
as I fall head over heels
in surrealist love and surrender
and my consciousness awakens.
Waking with dreams
to fill all my senses
inner longing releases the topor
a rose ignites the passion within
wave after wave, crescendo hits
while prisms of light, deliver peace.
Despite the virus, still on the loose
I keep on running, moving forwards
cant find yet, an escape route
where absence obliterates like a plague
all of us stranded, in search of hope
the pipes of pan keep on calling
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