Poetry For Everyday People
Carlos Santana
Walking between
heaven
and
hell,
sometimes I'm afraid
I'm walking
in heaven,
hell six feet
below me,
then I see
your eyes
my beautiful
friend, flowers
open up, peace
arrives as willow's
to water, music
music sweet music,
sunflowers from Egypt
to Florida feel it,
Santana
crying notes
penetrating time
notes not of earth
melody,
he's dug so deep
he's on the verge,
in touch with
saints, angels,
Coltrane, Hendrix,
smell the lilac
my brother,
love in your eyes,
and I recognize
this vibe, from
a time I can't
quite remember
yet.
heaven
and
hell,
sometimes I'm afraid
I'm walking
in heaven,
hell six feet
below me,
then I see
your eyes
my beautiful
friend, flowers
open up, peace
arrives as willow's
to water, music
music sweet music,
sunflowers from Egypt
to Florida feel it,
Santana
crying notes
penetrating time
notes not of earth
melody,
he's dug so deep
he's on the verge,
in touch with
saints, angels,
Coltrane, Hendrix,
smell the lilac
my brother,
love in your eyes,
and I recognize
this vibe, from
a time I can't
quite remember
yet.
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Carlos Santana
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