Moon Child
The council houses
Just behind the mansions
Where are we walking to
In this city full of dreams
Of yours and theirs and mine
There are no days off in London
Every second of time
Bursting with life,
Movement, creation.
It's hectic over here,
And I exchanged all I knew for it.
...
I would exchange it again
And again and again
And again because,
London,
To make love to you,
To feel your power,
To live in your power,
You make my pain turn into Gold.
Wandering through the Night, Dancing with the madness hours, I blow wishes of a magical knight. Seeing the sound, Listening to faces I saw my past lovers In old guitars speaking to me. Take him as he’
By undressing the layers that were placed on me, through the collective (society) and individuals,I get in touch with my soul. By undressing me from my country and my family I can travel freely to whe
As I lay down under a tree In Jungian land, The immensely powerful Sun God Warms the legs stretched to Him. A beer on my left side, Grass on the other, Writing words in a Summer's afternoon, Delightin