... the old black rum
If she is you, I conjured her from some need
I think we never let go of the unfulfilled wish
Our will is weak when you are manifested soÖ
And who is this we?.. Am I just observing my self?
The spectator of my own existence run empty
Like the cup drained and still only you can fill
Oh please if you could be my waitress, such fate
But in the staled lights, there I watch as you dance
And I could believe without doubt that it is you
The one that gave me desire in not so many words
I chased a want with simply the color of your hair
And there she is with your hair and by chance your name
And like you and her she resembles a past I sadly left
I know that I hold on to this but it drives some strength
It links a part of me I desperately try to embrace
And you gave me that, although you may not know
It was unexpected just like these lingering thoughts,
Of which I wonít release because they are you!
And in that moment when maybe I should approach
I hesitate because, I know somehow she isnít you
It is a wonder that I could possible think this,
Because like her, I donít even really know you!
But in this heart of hearts I believe I do, or could
Because your voice spoke to me in that simple song
And in this affection, I think you are perfection,
Yes I think you are perfection!.
Yes these words will live with me,
even though you could not.
James Parker Haley September 26, 2004.