From the countless footsteps
I could feel hers
when summer sun was slanting
the day was losing glares.

Oh her lotus feet
how they cooled the burning dust
soothed my spirit
now I tell the story must!

She would wait beneath a tree
to catch a passing song
that breathed her lullaby
stayed with her for long.

When wind hushed the passing note
the darkness chilled her bone
upon her eyes starlight wrote
you are so alone.

She turned the way she came
trod me her lotus feet
hadn’t seen her known her name
but felt her in heartbeat.

One evening she waited long
till the last crow found its nest
she was dying to hear his song
but silence rent her breast.

As she walked my laden stone
weighed in load of pain
I could feel her anguished moan
that fell on me like rain.

She hasn’t come back to this day
hadn’t seen her known her name
only know it’s truth they say
once lit never dies love’s flame!

Mind the gap
Between the platform and the train
(We don't want an accident or fatality again)

Mind the gap
Between your work and your life
(It's hard to manage daughter, mother, sister, worker, wife)

Mind the gap
Between work, rest and play
(Or else you'll wake up wrinkled, or burnt out one day)

Mind the gap
Between your needs and those of others
(There's a symbiotic balance between family, friends and lovers)

Mind the gap
Between your psyche and your brain
(Don't slip through the cracks between the passion and the sane)

Mind the gap
Just be careful, take your time
Lets keep things running smoothly, no delays on this line

hurry get out of here, before it's too late
don't worry darlin' I'm used to the pain
I can't really blame you for running away
Who'd want a girl with a heart full of hate?

it's such a shame
that these days
"real" friends are just about
as hard to come by as
teenagers with unscarred wrists

Jazz music and drunken slurs,
Passing streetcars turn to blurs,
Bite off more than you can chew,
Seafood gumbo, thick brown roux,
On shoulders sit sons and daughters,
Ferry ships, Mississippi waters,
Dancers dressed like voodoo queens,
Clad in purples, golds, and greens,
Yell, "Throw me something mister!"
Flying beads barely missed her,
Pralines, king cakes, and beignets,
Maid of Muses smiles and waves,
Rex, Zulu, Endymion,
From Decatur to Bourbon,
Floats, masks, a feather boa,
Sweet iced tea, jambalaya,
Big Easy on Fat Tuesday,
Lent is just a day away.