Note #24, Volume 1

"The search for bliss"

He could never stare at her pink and blue garden
His dreams recall a languid vision of a thousand winter storms
Under a watchful forest's shadow of sun & rain

They ached away the time
Crying to the soaring moon above

He howled at the sea
Singing the language of love
And all the void beneath them was gone

Over the waters mist
She screams as though the moment was a frantic symphony of spring...


50th Anniversary Open Mike/ Reading, City Lights Bookstore - 2003