I feel my train comin
just a little while....
then the trip....
freedom from myself.
I'll fly through the desert
I'll fly.
My soul will be scattered
through the wet air
and pieces of paper
will tell
'bout memories and fantacies.
My soul will feel
the breath of sky and ocean...
and their kisses.
It will be scattered
through infinite streams
and there'll be the Harmony.
Or maybe that train
will not come...
and I'll go back
to the crossroads
to tear myself
and cryin' out blues
and driftin' away...
~Jackie Popaz
The light pale and cold..
breeze comes thru my eyes...
I see snow all around...
I see snow...
walkabouts would lead me there...
where the ice turns into warm breathe...
walkabouts would lead me there...
where the rose meet the wind..
~Jackie Popaz
I am dancing the wind in my hand....i am dancing the sky in my eyes.....
I'm dancing the sun in my mouth....i am dancing the moon in my hair....
i am dancing the summer rain...i am dancing the snowy peak....
i am dancing the earth in my feet....i am dancing the wind in my soul.....
i am dancing the lake...i am dancing the ocean....
i am dancing the life.....i am dancing the rhythm......
i am dancing the breath and the beat......
i am dancing the wind.......
~Jackie Popaz
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