My Bonnie lies o’er the ocean
McDonald’s wife works in the field
Ole’ Nettie is knitting her afghan
And milk is what the cow yields

Clementine is lost and gone forever
Bettie Martin’s toes hurt from the reel
Jill's Jack was not very clever
And milk is what this boy steals.

Peggy Day wants to stay overnight now
Delia’s run off with Lucille
Big Fat Mama bets the ears off a sow
And milk makes porridge a meal

Ol’ Polly’s ditch's been discovered
By someone in a long black veil
And Mary’s money’s recovered
Tell me momma, how does it feel?

Her
Sweet
Intoxicating
Breath
Innocently
Captures me
Delirious
And inspired
As we kiss
Tender lips touch
As I breathe her in
Her dulcet exhale
Fills me
And lightens my head
Like a sweet gas
Amplifying the sensation
Of her luscious lips
Turning them
Into a garden of pleasure
Where our tongues tango
Tempestuously
Consumed by passion
And eager never to stop
Torrid and drunk
With the taste of her
I rise
And rise
And rise again
Filled with her kisses
And her breath of life
Only to fall into her arms
Still kissing
And tasting
Her sweet
Intoxicating
Breath

The passions flow
And ooze to the floor
Uncaught
Dripping
Into a puddle
Of unrequited love
And pure emotion.
With gusto
The heart leaks
Unnoticed
And unseen
Flooding
The basement
Of my soul
And every recess
Of my mind
Dousing everything
And damping all.
What a mess!
But it keeps beating
And drips away
Soaking everything
In raw feeling
And unfulfilled excitement.
Where is the bucket
To catch this flow?
Whose parched lips
Thirst for it so?
Yea to swim
Or at least to drink
But nay you are wet
And fear to sink.
And now choices:
To mop the pool

Sweet
Moist
Inviting
The source of all creation
Beckons
An entire cosmos
Reflected
In your eyes
Reaching from your heart
And everywhere inside
To my soul
Swallowing me whole
And enveloping me
In the black velvet cradle
Of your love.
Not just the fiery lust
Of the big bang
To tease and tantalize
My life and loins
Harder and faster
But longer still
I am humbled
A black hole
Full of stars
That anoint me
In their radiant multitude
For all eternity
As I explore the depths of you
And the source of all creation.

Copyright 2006 K. S. Shain. All rights reserved.

To live
Under the open sky
Dreams unbounded
And hopes unfurled
Rippling
In the wind
Our spirits rise
Catching its current
And soar
Through time
And space

Across the land
Over the seas
Into the heavens
Our spirits soar
An aerial ballet
Of aspiration
And ambition
An ambassador
Of our life
To the stars.

Into sun swept skies
And harsher climes
Our spirits soar
Ever higher
Unbound by rooms
Or rules
Or guarantees
They roost
Only to rest

Beneath these skies
Our spirits root
Freedom and fulfillment
Partners to the land
And foundation
Of our great claim

Tears of Rage (w/Richard Manuel)
This Wheel's On Fire (w/ Rich Danko)
Ballad Of Easy Rider (uncredited - w/Roger McGuinn)
I'd Have You Anytime (w/George Harrison)
Hurricane (w/Jacques Levy)
Mozambique (w/Jacques Levy)
Black Diamond Bay (w/Jacques Levy)
Oh, Sister (w/Jacques Levy)
Isis (w/Jacques Levy)
Joey (w/Jacques Levy)
Romance in Durango (w/Jacques Levy)
Catfish (w/Jacques Levy)
Money Blues (w/Jacques Levy)
Rita May (w/Jacques Levy)
Baby Give It Up (w/Helena Springs)
Coming From The Heart (The Road Is Long) (w/Helena Springs)

In my arms
I see in your eyes
Eternity
Awe swept
Beyond tears
And laughter
I tremble
In cosmic embrace
And quiver
With contentment
Overwhelmed
I become aware
Of my own joy
Of being with you
And smile
Returning safely
To your arms
Again.

Copyright © 2002 K. S. Shain, All rights reserved.

I wonder what color synaesthesiacs see when they hear the blues?

Do they really see blue? What about the red-hot notes of a searing guitar solo? Or maybe the orange tones of the tenor sax? How about that thin wild mercury Bob Dylan speaks about when he describes the shimmering silver gold sound he sought for Blonde on Blonde? When it didn’t work, do you think he heard tin or mustard?