The Flower Lady

A taste of sun upon my tongue a lick of stars inside my maw a fresh cool drink from rivers pure mayhap her face, today ? Before you walk away listen to my plea I squat to feast and famine everyday waiting for her Rembrandt smile, sweet perfume ; A taste of mercy on my spleen, pigeon crumb for a bum I sit and wait ravenous for peace and bread of life, oh how I wish those stars could wife; Anchored in home spun words of beauty and grace she arrives with two wings offering hope and Faith; Those two faced coins tossed in my favor become like spun sugar in the rain, suddenly gone and out of flavor; I'm a wolfish man a piping nightingale hungry for the big feast of heaven A taste of sun upon my tongue, lick of stars truth and light,... I'm an Agnus Dei soft as lamb, a street man with an angel, by his side.