Flying Toward JFK Int.
36,000 miles above the earth
I cease to become who I am:
I am an eagle
Soaring above the night’s sky
No moon insight, I don’t mind
This moment in time
This life of mine
Soon I become like a child
Stealing out of my mother’s womb:
Oh yes, I’m being reborn.
I changed my name
But I’m still the same,
I changed my life
These sad times, still they whisper to me
I took out my wardrobe
Cast them into the sea;
I’ve tried pushing you away
Still I see your face.
I don’t want to die
My eyes, they won’t stop crying
I dream of flight
Day after day
I am an island
Lost out to sea, unknown to anybody
Don’t come looking for me
I just want to be FREE!
An Angel Cried
Yesterday was sad:
I saw an angel cry
Earth shook from each sob, a sigh
And the leave of trees fell and died
Last night it rained:
The gutters overflowed, urchins giggled
As they played football in the fields
Was it the world ending? I asked
No, a passerby answered. A Kubrick movie is coming up.
This morning, the air was cold:
I stepped on a nail, I thought you heard me cry out
All windows closed – they thought it was a riot
I cursed at them. This isn’t Libya, I said
Not you, you idiot! my landlord hollered from behind closed curtains
Don’t you still see the angel crying outside?
my hand stretches over these landscaped
valleys, hills and deserts
of velvet silk:
My finger nimble
softly on your unblemished skin;
I hear you moan
your body responds to my touch
as you travel across oceans and empty space
to meet my kingdom.