Street of the Soul

She came calling with a rhythm and a tone in her voice that spoke to me
Two times the phone rang because the first went to the dial silently
I picked up the message and ran in my head all of the possibilities
Côtes du Rhône outside her apartment home we sat all alone
In the front yard looking at all the Arizona stars as the sun went bye bye

I cracked a smile and sat back for awhile and the inner kids swimming
In our stomachs as we exhale to be ourselves
Life isn't so hard when you ask each other the questions that you really want to know

What is the manifestation of the mechanisation of Webster's definition
Of our lovely divination and the incarnation of the air between the cotton seams
That permeate the streets of the soul?

I pulled into her home and walked away with nothing
Two strangers after 3 months of talking about everything
Big kiss, bye bye they wrote that in the Fitz Editions made of Yves Klein's Blue
I wonder if I sit at a bar in the valley of the stars, would you be there too?

What would we say, how could we be
Sitting in between the guitar strings
You would just look and I would just play
Pull on your great vessels, deep, in the nave

Across the bow and descent into the vast fading material
Cannot feel or sense with their perspicuity; the mercurial
Flash and You, neighbour God, sketch out many a graceful line
And I am happy you showed it to me.