PUSH   NEVAHDA

The Village of Artists


One day I am going to grow up
and live in the Village with you 

Get Algonquins rounded cup                                                                         to drink at London Lewe

Walk in Boston                                                                                    sleep at Bronx                                                                                      and love in Providence

Swim alone at River Ouse                                                                         and visit St.Paul de Vence 

Sunset

Her wings are strong and long
and they take her far and high
soaring down over tattered remains
of bleeding hearts left to die
She smiles as she glances down
proud of the unrest she has caused
She is a common breaker of hearts
disobeying morality laws
But she also soothes my aching soul
and changes my shades of blue
She parts her thighs, I lie between them,
she whispers, gently, “I love you”
The rage inside me is silent now
The darkness is no more.
The beast within me sleeps again;
the grim waves gentle ashore.
I wonder how long the sun will shine.
Will the sunset come?
I wonder how long the sun will shine
I hope the sunset comes