song of the water…
sing to the moon…
parable of tomorrow…
Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart,
bleeding within me,
called you tender names.
It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop,
while my own love,
kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.
– Kahlil Gibran –
the weather is lovely…
the dream tree…
this magic road…
On this magic road I’m about to lose control
Oh, won’t you bless my soul on this magic road
Down this magic road you can have anything you want
And leave out things you don’t want on this magic road
What is this I see? What a mystery
What a time to meet, baby…
On this magic road
On this magic road
On this magic road
– Al Green –
