“Saxophone Man”
I. Van Morrison wailed (his) Lips in To long White flowers (blew) His saxophone Into the Electric lungs Of song (the) Rippled feathers Of echoes (come) Alive to talk (the) … Continue reading
July 1, 2004 · Leave a comment
Piper At the Gates of Dawn
Van Morrison Live On Stage: A Meditation I. And the Cold harshness Of time (dissolves) When we hear Him sing (live) On stage (angels) Married to Their wings (sing) Of … Continue reading
July 1, 2004 · Leave a comment