i’m on a train again
and the palani princess works her way through
coconut groves
and lurches (rusted) rickety old hips around
the keralan swamps in my eyes
in her fabulous old age
she’s the matriarch of the narrow gauge
the way she winds her spine of carriages fine
it makes me shudder
and it urges me to wonder
that if this path has a heart
there’s a destination anywhere, i don’t care
and my homeland thoughts are gone
seduced instead by eastern reds
and silken threads that wrap!
my heart in india
look! there’s a lava moon tonight
and she’s burning red-hot lava lust
just for us
while you watched me write my poetry
did you know your soul became the scenery?
and it urges me to ponder
that on this path there’s an art
to appreciating one another…we’ve got each other
and my homeland thoughts are gone
seduced instead by eastern reds
and silken threads that wrap!
my heart in india
she moves me, she carries me
to the distance like a chariot
borne by the moonlight, at midnight,
i’m travelling lighter and lighter
she moves me, she carries me
and i breathe the astral canopy
lookin’ through your see-in-the-dark eyes
we’re panthers in flight
moving through into the night
she’s my rusted trusted friend
moving through into the night
she’s my rusted trusted friend
moving through into the night