A Trip Through The Night
A Poem To My Colombia
I took a trip thru the night
Just to get here, to be with you
Dusty narrow roads
Paved with pot holes wind through
Andean mountain peaks
Needing to be crossed
Rivers below bamboo bridges
seem to call to me
Waiting, wanting me to join them
Black waters run near by
None for the dust, none for me...
I wrap your silken scarf 'round my face
In a back seat windowless bus
I gotta get out'a here
Away from all'a this white dust
Yes, I know I must...
Find something new to do
That's why I took a trip thru the night
Just to get here
To be with you...
Once there, we sat and smoked
for three days that night
Under the Andeain moonlight
The now cooked up white dust
What'a site !
Our bellys were empty, we didn't feel right
We decided there was only one thing to do
So we packed up our bags
Got on a bus, went south, to Peru
The Year was 1974
I can't remember much more...
©1997 Jim Nasium
The Splat Scene
I Walk alone again now
Deep into the unknown
The future is very unclear
My path is still not shown
Walking towards the sunlight
What is this I see
A beauitful young lady waiting
Her legs hang open, just for me...
Looking into the sun
Because I was told not to
All I know for sure
it is time for something new
Maybe I have found her
The one made just for me
My future is so uncertain now
Only time will tell what's in store for me
Will she still be there waiting
Even after I have gone
I have no idea how this happened
Why has everything gone wrong?
Why is it that she is waiting
Who sent her here for me
Why is that she loves me
When all I want is to be free?
©1997 Jim Nasium
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