by Sabine Aussenac
My America is like a rising sun
Twin Towers tempest and Walden woods
Desert gospels and Harlem as a temple
Oh give me the time of grace
Even frozen hearts can touch this marigold summer of love
My America is like a bright harvest
Gone with the dubious wind
Suzanne is singing sadly
And Johnny Cash feels hurt
But sandpipers are waiting for the mermaid of their dreams
My America is like a poemwhisperer
Tender is her night
Captain oh my Captain can you feel this dusty wonderland
Vermont greens and Texas spleen
Over the rainbow she’s a dancing queen
My America is like a gentle hurricane
Slate grey children play lonesome and lost
Scarlett is crying rivers
But bluebell hope will never die
Can you smell the colors of our spicy apple pie
My America is like a blowing prayer
Chestnut drums and sunflowers fields
Many helpless rivers to cross
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Poets and words swim in strawberry winds
My America is like a milky honeymoon
Cherry blossoms whistles
Cristal cities flying forests
Moonwalks in purple rains
Sound of silence or smiling Babylons
My America is like a genesis
Ocean’s stars crossing hearts
From the Golden Gate to Big Apple
Sitting Bull sharing peace pipe with Marilyn
Windmills in the secret of thousand golden roses.
Last updated September 26, 2011