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To: abuelita who wrote (28026)	8/6/2000 10:29:30 AM
From: sq39	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 35685

here goes rosie, not far out like the last one.... (Quicksilver daydreams of) Maria Well, the diamonds fade quickly when matched to the face of Maria All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her lips to the sky The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden rainfall That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her eyes. Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly sifting the sunshine All the laughter that linger down deep 'neath her smilin' is free Well, it spins and it twirls like a hummingbird lost in the morning. And caresses the south wind and silently sails to the sea Ah, the sculptor stands stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes When her image comes dancin' the sun she turns sullen with shame And the birds they go silent, the wind stops his sad mournful singing When the trees of the forest start gently whisperin' her name So softly she wanders I'll desperately follow her footsteps And i'll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her sight Ah, they promise eternally that she lays hidden within them But i find they've deceived me and sadly i bid them goodbye So the serpent slides softly away with these moments of laughter And the old washy woman has finish'd her cleanin' and gone But the bamboo hangs heavy in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams And a lonely child longingly looks for a place to belong. ***************************** She came and she touched me She came and she touched me with hands made of heaven reflections sent spinnin' through a face laced in mist Now I stand where she left me buried deep 'neath her shadow and the mirror pleads sadly has it all come to this And I wonder: Will she call my name? The wind careens madly through wide windows paneless fragrances mingle in a room full of shade The peons pick partners and waltz cross the ceilings but the violins whisper that I've been betrayed Tryin' not to look ashamed The drunkards drink deeply from cups full of nothingness ghost lovers laugh at the games that they play while the moments do somersaults into eternity cling to their coattails and beg them to stay Saying I got nothing to hide Illusions projected on walls made of Tiffany mad men you add to a sad satin song harlequin mandolins harmonize helplessly hoping that endlessly won't last for long Praying that their god ain't dying Then I turn and I see her in a dress of moonlight teardrops like diamonds run slow down her face her arms surround me like chains made of velvet and the demons fall faithfully into their place and the rivers run with jewels Now the morning lies open the night went quite quickly memory harmlessly fractures and fades all the poets do push-ups on carpets of rubber foam loudly they laugh at some joke that's been made and the wise men speak like fools Townes Van Zandt