If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
and when singers wearing summer hats bound through rustic high grasses in fields plucking the daisies and marigolds i want to wear your smile on my sleeve and kiss you goodnight under the crush of the beaming sun
my words are old men who hide behind shades pretending to play dominoes cards or chess on benches in parks while they silently scheme on swimming the waves of your rambling breasts
1. Marvin Gaye - Funk Me 2. Steve Arrington - Last Nite, Nite Before 3. Isley Brothers - Choosey Lover 4. Harold Melvin & The Bluenotes - Hope That We Can Be Together Soon 5. Minnie Riperton - Can You Feel What I'm Sayin 6. Bill Withers - Let Me Be The One You Need 7. Ken Boothe - Look What You've Done For Me 8. Patrinell Staten - Little Love Affair 9. Babyface - Whip Appeal 10. The Whispers - Say Yes 11. Luther Vandross - Love Won't Let Me Wait 12. Isaac Hayes - Ike's Rap III/ Your Love Is So Doggone Good 13. Love Unlimited Orchestra - Baby Blues
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying (though love be a day) do not fear, we will go amaying.
thy whitest feet crisply are straying. Always thy moist eyes are at kisses playing, whose strangeness much says; singing (though love be a day) for which girl art thou flowers bringing?
To be thy lips is a sweet thing and small. Death, Thee i call rich beyond wishing if this thou catch, else missing. (though love be a day and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing).