I heard Precy singing Unchained Melody
One August night, the sky was bloody
The stars were weeping in Memphis Tennessee
The teary world was there to see
Jail house rock, what a tragedy
Marie was humming a lonesome melody
The whole night sky was turned to gray
For a bright star drifted away
Full bookings at heartbreak hotel
Colonel Parker was there to tell
The sad ringing of the bell
Was like a tragic spell
Pink Cadillac was gently running
It was a day for the weeping
But the odd tunes of his passing
Left the Curies wondering
In memory of the King of Rock n' Roll, August 16, 1977.
A hand of sand in spectrum of flow of time,
ministering thoughts by simple pantomime.
So many sand-curies it has been,
and dessert hills moved gently keen.
Caravans slow vicissitude by blow of wind,
seasick on a camel ride pinned.
Motion rise and sink in endless obscure,
sensuous dunes proportioned contour.
Wandering aimless not by imagination,
creating landscapes of ancient preparation.
Illumed wilderness same same horizon,
only more sand for pilgrimage compromising.
The oasis coming in confident of fate,
to resolute the heart before it is to late.
Have we passed that shimmering crystal tower?
coming closer to the counting passing hour.
Gazing up and escaping these narrow walls,
the shifting sand and its sustaining falls.
This little golden thread dilate into column plain,
pursuing my thoughts regardless the time in vain.
A world too small for times in loving ponder,
timeless appreciation and all its precious wonder.