Friday, 28 October 2011

LUNA

I wrote this song for my Sister who has been having a really tough time lately ... but she is a fighter and a true warrior of light ...

LUNA a 2011

Did you see the sky go down? You and I were born to be and it happens … it happens!

Did you see the girl go down? You and I were born to be loved but it happens … it happens!

Forever like a million chimes … waxing and waning but it’s never really changing and it happens … it happens!

Forever like the ghost of a rhyme … your childhood dream of the secret unseen and it happens … shit happens!

You turned the shackles round and you gave your soul for a pound; and you recognized the ocean as the purity of motion so I want to see you … Luna Lady raising the sail …

And I want to see you … Luna loving back on the trail … Hey did you ever have it blue? Did you ever!

Dear Sister, as blue as the sea of tranquillity beckons you … so wipe away your tears.

Melancholy morning cloud, slaying July with a cumulus sky and it happens … shit happens!

See you happy in the evening sun … when your smile is here for the rest of the year, it’ll happen … it’ll happen!

You broke the blades of ridicule, that made you feel like a fool; driven to your shell so you never saw nothing,

So I want to see you … Luna Lady back on the rail …

And I want to see you … Luna loving back on the trail … on the trail ‘neath the moon.

Lovely Luna coming soon. Lovely Luna coming soon ….

And like the chariot of the waves, God speed you to creative days,

With the time our secrets to tell, from the deepest depths of a well,

Like emotions without wings, to the maritime maid who sings …..

And she’s singing out your story from a heart that’s filled with glory,

And I know i’ll see you - Luna Lady back on the trail ….

And won’t it be so very cool? So beautiful and cool! So cool.

For my beautiful Sister Liz [

With Love & Harmony – Jayl bOctober 2011 xxx

Photo - Niki and Liz by John Gould ©

Monday, 24 October 2011

Welcome to the Dance

Welcome to the Dance of Life ... "To be or not to be ... the question at the heart of me ... the beauties and the curses and the deadliest of skies; the slings and arrows fly, I choose another day to die, 'cos everybody here says "Hi!"