Motion

Set in motion my imagination’s miles
A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my
Young trials lead me sailing down this stream
Of hidden songs and steam and my
Piano it floats and echoes
A moonbeam through the kite she sent
Read ‘Is your wooden boat in sight?’
And while I replied ‘it’s not’
It was in fact not far from right outside
I would surprise her wake her up and rise her
Go swimming in the night’s horizon then dry her
Offer the familiar passage of my outstretched hand

‘Say when you staying home’ she said
‘Why not come on my boat instead?’
‘Cos I’m tired of all your currents and your tides
Your moods creating whirlpools
And you’re in love with the ride and I
Want some peace and quiet!’ So we fought a while caught our breath a while
I told her how the purple flowers glow along the river side
She told me all she wanted was me home with some time
I showed her how the sky was only water inclined
I told her all about the huts the kind of music we played
She reminded me that ‘Flashes pass a house is well made’
I told her about the spot where all the ocean’s collide
She said that ‘You could have that with me every night’ and so
Set in motion my imagination’s miles
A million lights expose those magic cities on the Nile and my
Young trials leads me sailing down this stream of hidden songs and steam and my
Piano it floats and echoes

‘So when you coming home’ she said
‘Why not come on my boat instead?’
‘Cos I’m tired of all your currents and your tides
Your moods creating whirlpools
And you’re in love with the ride and I...