I have a knack for a snack
And a dollar in my pocket
But the old man just next to me
Is parading his wares
And will not get through the mist
In the sweltering heat
Is a woman whose sons
Went down with the war
It’s a long time until the end time
When the dead arise
To unite with the living
I see the sorrow in her eyes
A shawl over her shoulder
Offers protection like a blue lagoon
See the sun tomorrow
A special day to take Tracy down
To tell her all the lies
You’ve been dreaming in your head
Take a flower
Place it in her bible
When she reads it tomorrow
She will smell the scent on Moses' clothes
As he wrote down the commandments
You go down in a moral vacuity
And never find your way back when you want out
So never cease to obey the sighs of a lover
Every drop will count to see who cared
As the moon came up I was on guard
And as the moon was turning bright
We were slowly falling in love
The Durban sun was sliding slim
As we took the walk to the food emporium
On the day of the Zulu dance
And you raised a leg in imitation
The night was long
And I kept calling
A sacred call in room 127
As the hour went passed eleven
The morning were soft and cool
Your breath was scented with jam and tea
And the light was coming through
Setting your face aglow
A few weeks later and I was a desert
Longing for the rains of your being
To make amends; to ease the plight
To make me king
But I lost the kingdom you gave me
It disappeared in one flash like a hurricane
Still, the Durban air lives in me
And your glowing face, in me
Returns these dreams
I shiver in the lake of humility
And bring out sands of passivity
When you dye your clothes orange
They look like fire
To burn all your desires
For simplicity
See the world spread before you Tuesday
Stir the pot of existence
To take out the confusion, resistance
Don't close your eyes
To the madness from the bay
Just for clarity
With a single swoop
The world gets out of motion
The monk's thrown my seeds into the air
To keep me hanging
So you boil me to a frenzy
While Rosie's imagination is flying
Try quenching my pride, with no reserve for mercy
But I'll look in the sand for all your asking
Touch life's meaning in your fumbling
Blow dust from your longing
Keep the secrets, spend the dollars
Life's celebration starts off at once
