How one Sunday became heaven and D Major all at once

My hands are two travelers, they've crossed oceans and lands,
Yet they are too small on the continent of your skin.
Wandering, wandering, I could spend my life
Traveling the length of your body each night.

Oh, oh, Jupiter.
Oh, oh, be still, my little heart.
Oh, oh, love is a flame, neither timid nor tame.

Take these stars from my crown.
Let the years fall down.
Lay me out in firelight.
Let my skin feel the night.
Fasten me to your side,
And say it will be soon.
You make me so crazy, baby,
Could swallow the moon.

-Jewel Kilcher

Where I go post-concert

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

-E. E. Cummings

The Coast

We are standing in the early morning sunlight
In the harbor church of Saint Cecilia
To praise a soul's returning to the earth,
To the Rose of Jericho and the Bougainvillea.

This is a lonely life.
Sorrows everywhere you turn.
And that's worth something when you think about it.
That's worth some money.

To prove that I love you,
Because I believe in you,
Summer skies, stars are falling all along the injured coast.

If I have weaknesses,
Don't let them blind me now,
Summer skies, stars are falling all along the injured coast.

Leaving the shadow
Of the valley behind me now
All along the injured coast.

This is the only life.

-Paul Simon

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