The Last Time I Saw Richard

Joni’s Whispers

I am screaming

Screaming silently

Silently exiled

No one listens

But all return the smiles The smiles are the beginning The beginning of our separation

Smiles are root of the separation of I And those who are Laughing in my laughter

It is just as she had sung to me So many times “Now it’s just another show Leave them Laughing when you go.”

And you know you will go.

Oh to cease the craving for freedom Freedom is my fuel. Traveling traveling traveling

Go back to traveling If I can find where I left Down Up In circles Backwards Never forwards
Because I’m a blind traveler on this journey This journey for freedom

And again the cry of her guitar And her whispers Oh, and the whispers Reaching my detached mind

“There’s no comprehending Just how CLOSE To the Bone And the skin And the eyes And the lips You can get and still feel so alone.”

Now I am in my world. Only I can see this chaos I and Joni It is only she who really understands This façade And the loneliness

I am a sixty-five year old lady Staring from behind a cigarette With tombs in my eyes Because we all know All romantics meet the same fate some day, Cynical and drunk and boring some one in some dark café

My heart is blessed With a terrible thirst So full And yet so hollow Like a Cactus tree All I want is to be free I want to make you feel free

“All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in Dark cafes Dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings And fly away Only a phase, These Dark Café Days"