Golden laughter so high,
I’d rest a while -beaming in the dusty haze;
we’d see sun’s shadow and dance.
Before too long, my make up run- right into me.
My feet never felt the ground shake like this.
Ooo-wee, my hips have a mind of their own.
Evening skips along freezing time.
Nothing can compare – foggy cedar tryst
Suede Mocha, pecan pie
dark chocolate lover,
Homemade banana pudding
Nanna’s Jamaican’ hands are singing.
And we not going home til- the morning comes. 😉
I was made in Celestial trans
It was the songs of wind.
It was the songs of joyous – meetings.
It stirred my sap,
connected my lions in realms beyond skies.
And what I remember – a holy love,
cultivated greatness – here I am,
With a light heart
and a clean start,
with a joyful leap,
comes to play.
We diddle, fiddling
jazzing ,rasping golden wings.
We live long, ah
We dig boney beats,
We see our friends in the street, yes ,yes,
We laugh hard
We run wild – flower -chile,
Life is good….
Walking down the roads of ease.
Watching trees swell, for rivers pure joy.
Walking underground toward, other sides of life cares
Watching spirits ,wash me- swatching- worlds, tiki tiki –
Walking half-like crazy tryin to find home,
Watching spirits, whisper this way, this way….