O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we`d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it`s done:
I`m back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it`s time to go.
I tidied up the kitchenette;
I tuned the old banjo.
I`m wanted at the traffic-jam.
They`re saving me a seat.
I`m what I am, and what I am,
Is back on Boogie Street.
And O my love, I still recall
The pleasures that we knew;
The rivers and the waterfall,
Wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there,
I`d kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
A man for Boogie Street.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened OneRł0;
So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
Tho` all the maps of blood and flesh
Are posted on the door,
There`s no one who has told us yet
What Boogie Street is for.
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we`d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it`s done:
I`m back on Boogie Street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it`s time to go . . .
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