guitar poem for two
on a table in berlin
i struggle with myself to recreate
the times that i have seen
before i became blind
and the light that has followed me since
i will never forget
oh those montego nights
all the wonderful times that i saw
in a smokey room
filled with colored bass
under the starlight i danced like the wind
ah, the stars my lovers
the night my muse
how many times have i tried in vain
to express the way i see you
the ecstasy of sky
at night, under a dark moon
but the days were as well,
though i may not have claimed it,
and filled with their share of laughter
and laughter i will claim
and embrace it freely
as a mother to her firstborn baby girl
still, the laughter is but a hundredth
of all that went on
in those days, so golden and lifeshaking
i will always pay homage
to the woman i became
in those magical times of the world
-1/19/00
