We are Walking Prayers. Angels leave love letters in our palms. Our hands speak Scripture. We are Life Givers meant for Sacred Work. We build bodies in our bodies.
7 in the morning got a wake up look like my name. I have a bath and oil my skin, my hair done like a lion's mane. My corset's laced up nice and tight.
We sit in the grass and we talk of our pasts,. A rollcall of all our lovers.. A feeling arises we both recognize.. We could fulfill each other.. What if we do?.
WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG MAGGIE. (George Johnson - James A. Butterfield). '35 American Cowboy Music. . I wander today to the hill Maggie to watch the scene below.
Memories that linger in my heart. Memories that make my heart grow cold. But some day they'll live again sweetheart. And my blue moon again will turn to gold.
Well here here I am in Chicago all alone near the place where we met. As I walk through the rain the wind whispers your name. Oh why won't they let me forget.
When there's a fire in your heart break the glass sound the alarm. Call on me I'll be there. Instant service speedy fast I was your first I'll be your last.
I could have a mansion. That is higher than the trees. I could have all the gifts I want. And never ask please. . I could fly to Paris. [?] at my beck and call.
Oh they tell me of a place and they tell me of a day. Where the saints shall be gathered to stay. They shall come from the east they shall come from the west.