Oh! Heart. You are my eyes for
I can not see through steel
and concrete walls.
Oh! Sun who caresses and warms
me in my dreams. Shine on
her your Sunshine for I give her
My heart with all my sorrow.
The breeze is walking in the valley
and caressing all the flowers.
This is the first morning song in the
world and I am listening to you
from deep in my heart.
My intoxication of this morning
is beyond belief that this terror
of sorrow can drink water with
the flowers.
You don't have to wait my love
you can listen to the most lonely
advice of self counsel but do not
resist, let the future find the way
inside of you, gently and slowly
Now this glorious morning has matured
and is escaping behind
time shadows, and all my phantom
fears give themselves to my pen
And to love.
Oh! Sun caress me.
- Bobby Garcia -
February 11, 1980
