'A Perfect 10'
(C) 2025 Kyrinn S. Eis All rights Reserved Worldwide
I was sitting down
in a loud air conditioning room
my sundries lying on the ground
and listening
I began to lose my way
to forget the many steps I'd
taken that circular day
and just, at last
to listen
Part sacred task, I know
part mystery show and how
it all seemed so heavy
and how beautiful
you are
I heard her voice, unmistakable
and some guitar on those six airy strings
of desert tracks I'd heard again
in a devoted fan's own work
and eased
When Amelia had finished
as I had the first time I'd listened
I'd nodded and sighed a little
a drop, then film thin had formed
and with clearer vision
sighed again
You see my love
The world, or my corner of it's heard
and you...
Then on to dusty roads
which suffer my loneliness alone
I hear what may be her mecca call
to prayer of solo tones
-- an unabandoned car
An early seed planted, it seems:
Cactus motel room
in all her Westland wandered years
-- to remain free,
unencumbered by the very tears
I myself was watering
So, then again
in the room
with my day's perfume about
I wondered where you were
and with whom you'd spent it
So darling,-yes, I do-understand...
no it makes not the hours glide
-- nor the telescope reversed
the distance, miles, smaller seem
A holy calling
a role you play with skill
but I wonder and hope
like a robe you'll drop
on a floor we share
...some day
la la la la
Like the sea....
.... holy water
.... me
Marissa
- - -
Now, my Love,
Only listen to this one if you are sitting down
Whole Heartedly
Kyrinn
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