Streams of Consciousness
When I got back it was like a dream come true.
I saw you coming from Cambridgeport with my poetry and jazz,
Knew you had the blues, saw you coming from across the river,
Told you on the banks of the river, carried you across,
Loved you there and then, and now like a sheep,
I close my eyes and sleep for love comes flowing streams of consciousness.
Soft like snow, to and fro,
Let us go there together, darlin’, way from the river to here and now,
And carry it with a smile, bumper to bumper.
Stepping lightly, just like a ballerina.
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