LIKE A BLUE CORN MORNING

like a blue corn morning

dancing, he comes

like a blue corn morning

sunbeamed eyes

and hair as black as jet

but he hasn't found me yet.

I whisper behind my hand

like a child at game

hiding in 

the wild flower's shadow

while he calls my name.

I know he loves me

he just doesn't know it

but when that secret 

falls from his heart

his eyes can't help but show it.

watch him walk

like a warrior born again

smiling as he looks 

for me

and reaches for my hand.

blue corn morning

with feathers in my hair

he stops halfway

to paradise

and I meet him there.

*thanks Perry Joe for your photo above*

Moon Dancer by Mark Hicks

*Written by Voo Shining Stone*

© by Voo

Jan 13, 08

12:12 a.m.

NO MIRAGE, THE PAINTER

No Mirage, The Painter

BRIGHT AS SUNSHINE

IN EYES AS BLUE AS SKY

SWIFTLY, SWEETLY

PAINTING LOVE

ON A CANVAS SUCH AS I.

CRISP AS AUTUMN

AND TASTING FRESH AS SNOW

RENEWING, WOOING

A BROKEN HEART

TO FOLLOW WHERE YOU GO.

AND TENTATIVE YET BOLDLY

I REACH A TREMBLING HAND

CROSS THROUGH SPACE

TO TOUCH YOUR FACE

LIKE A SCULPTURE IN THE SAND.

BUT NO MIRAGE, THE PAINTER

THERE STANDING BEFORE ME

YOUR LOVE CANNOT BE SWEPT AWAY

NOR CARRIED OUT TO SEA.

SO SOLID STANDS THE CASTLE

SO STURDY IS THE FRAME

THAT HOLDS THE PAINTING

THAT COMES TO LIFE

WHEN YOU SAY MY NAME.

©BY VOO

SEPT 27, 2006

11:35 P.M. 

Have I Told You Lately by Van Morrison

HURRY SUNDOWN

Hurry, Sundown




Nothing in the past
Can prepare you for the present
Nothing in the day
Can prepare you for the night
Not when it is filled with glory
And the promise of a thousand fires.

Sunset comes
And the day pales
Like a rock beside a diamond
Like a star beside a sun
Like a stream beside an ocean.

Fire in all it's forms is beautiful
Fire in all it's beauty hides a terror 
For nothing is more terrifying than beauty
When it is used to hurt and not to heal.

There came a time
When lightining struck a tree
And fire was born
In a world that still revolves
Around the greatest fire of all.

Staring into the west, I think
No human could paint that,
No man could compose that,
No weapon could destroy that.

See how the fire of sky
Meets the fire of sea
Runs through the desert like a river
And turns the ordinary into the mystic.

If I could stand here forever,
I would.
If I would turn into spirit,
I could.

But sunsets flicker like dying candles
And lose themselves in blue shades and black
Give the eye of flesh a glimpse of heaven
And are gone before you've seen what you have seen.

When night falls like a dark blanket,
My heart feels cheated
For I was made for sun and shine
And flame and flash and magic.

Hurry sundown
Can't you hear me calling?
Bring out the fire
Can you not see I'm cold?

Tomorrow comes too slowly
Ends, too slowly
I sleepwalk through the day, with hurried patience
Waiting for the show within the West.

Hurry, sundown
I need your fire.

©By Voo
April 20, 09
11:30 p.m.