I ride a happy road,
Blow some offhand smoke
I get on and get moving,
For when the night comes
I see this damsel swooning.
A mild happy daze
Fuels my love for the night;
and when I look up to the stars
They dazzle in delight.
I retire to my slumber
Cocooned in stardust
I feel my familiar tingle,
And find myself one with the night.
Our ties,
Our infinite, unbound ties –
Marked by our differences,
Tied by our affection.
Our bodies,
Trapped in time & space,
Drifting about;
our bodies,
Sticky and fleshy,
Warm & comfy
Our bodies,
With their mild to strong odour & their busy lines & their funky grooves,
Our bodies,
Holding all there is –
Our bodies,
Our real treasure troves.
people, and passers-by,
some say hi, some don’t,
some come by, to ask,
to mend;
mend away, the cobbler does,
unhurried,
caught in a state of mind,
keeping at it,
enjoying the company,
enjoying the view.
To be a lover means to love,
Unconditionally,
To give,
Unconditonally
To be a lover means to be in love,
With the world,
With the air
To be a lover means to love,
With your breath.
Take me away,
To the echelons,
Wherein dwell the people,
Whose fire & wit & energy,
And infectious calm,
Drive away the insanity,
And usher in the brilliance.
The irregularity of life,
Mellowed down,
By the stability of the road.
