You are all alive
Your slender touches jazz
Dancing silk movements
I am flying
Flying
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We’re still alive
Now here we go
Rim-shot shuckle-sloop
Off sleeping down
Razor blade highways
Shingle shack cigars
Puffing clouds on corners
In the haloed shade
Her slip-sliding hips
Move me into motion
Hair tossing thinking
Don’t stop now
We’re still alive
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Sister sister I hear
You singing dreams
Heaven sent rhythms
Shuckle-jiving placing
Hands against hearts
Your smile bedewing
My smiling eyes
Skipping ‘cross sidewalks
Past honky-tonks
Gleaming midnight dreams
You move me thinking
Don’t stop now
We’re still alive
*
Sweet deep sister voice
Moving soul-silk earth-deep
Pulsing muscles move
Dancing joy’s hearts
Yes yes yes
We’re still alive
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For E.D. with love and respect
Walkin’ whisper dreams
Walk me soft stepping rhythm
Someone sees shifting soft
Times worth knowing
Chanting up the drive
Walkin’ whisper dreams
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Sadness fades early morning’s
Hinting sun blooms shape shifting
Love dancing on the bridge sings
Hope comes rising
Walkin’ whisper dreams
*
Deep bass drives soul center true
Treble ripples surface waters
Waves split blue gray white
Spread grains of sand walkers
Walkin’ whisper dreams
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Dreams knocking on distant doors
Where secrets still hidden
Beg for freedom’s freedom
Beyond history’s call I’m
Walkin’ whisper dreams
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Did you ever believe
Canted dreams edge the sky
Morning rain dimples ponder pond
He turns quick away the dream unfolds
Softly mourns the unspoken
Did you ever believe
His word set down strong
Bolted hard fast firm solid
All his stark stride moving
Slips past shadowed hopes
Did you ever believe
Buckle down mister boy
Shackled hearts histories abound
Silent vapor trails weave unheard
Hoped for rhythms all gone now
Did you ever believe
On a distant floor
Seen her sweat shuffle moves down Main Street way sending
Smiles warm blasting hearts dizzy buckling knees she strides on
Seen her in the car just passing head spins sideways catching rainbows
Glancing sunlight ricochets off her eyes for me she drives on
Seen her skirt swirl as she turns dancing free of worries
On a distant floor in the world no more she moves on
Last night smiling in all the best made dreams
I woke up in the chill cold still of morning
No lights on
Peter S. Kahrmann - Est. 1953 