If Your Going To, San Francisco

Thinking of Whitney Houston for some reason ? Her beautiful voice like flowers in your hair rising.... Acappella and such a strange vibration; people in motion Spirits, love's potion ? Nay these altars nor volcanos; sacrificial Blades their children ghostly gods they chant; pin stripped podiums Cauldrons a watchful brew poison ivy garments beating drums nighttide Jungles sand dune dreams his Amazon sleeps, tonight ? Don't walk away she sings.. Gossamer wings the golden gate, and I don't want to cry anymore ? A kiss for love We, smile.