A song, yet to be named

A Concept Album

A sun-tanned face, blistered heels,
This little girl, her insides bleed
A tear stained face, writhed in pain
Pressed against the cold window pane.

Staring across at the overcast skies
Remembering silken words of blatant lies
A promise of love, a promise of life
Tomorrow she'd be sold to grief and strife.

Prison walls spring up from the moist earth
Wring out the last strains of childish mirth
The world outside shuts a thousand eyes,
While she to a man's will complies.

A few hundred nights of solitude past
A pang of desire pricked her heart
To let not her life go unwitnessed
Which with love nor hate she had led.

The wrinkles in her heart must be undone
In all her dreams she saw her son
A smile on his lips, kissed her brows
While half her bed lay at the whorehouse..

Cranberry Delight

A Concept Album

A scented night of cranberry delight
I first saw the ocean of life
Sailed with the breeze over the calm waves
Images of breast-shaped tides, navel and curves.
Eyes wide open, I submerge
Among psychedelic colours and weeds,
I find you hidden away in a coral cave.
Oh, woman of the night, for you I crave!

Way down in the sandy blue depths
A faint beam of sunlight caresses a blade of leaf
Waking it up from days of neglect
The submarine weed now stands erect!
The windows break open
A haze of pink tender lips and glazing fingernails
Black cascade of hair, sweaty bodies blend,
Moments later, I lay spent..

Dreamy eyed smiles and soft candlelight
On that night of cranberry delight
I was a river gushing from a mountain spring!