here comes a strong wind to fill my black sails
as you collapse on the shore
bound captured by the sea wall of love
the tide keeping you at bay
keeping you safe
you cannot swim these waters
only strong hulled ships with tattered motionless sails
rigged by the love broken hands of once strong men
can sail blind
foolishly
into her arms
our mother the ocean
and away from your love
i have bleed so long for you and yours
so long without sleep on these wasteland shores
so long and far from love, i stand and cry aloud
the name that is the black and white jesus of your heart
and i sit still and jesus comes
my black and white princess
alone to your own world
when will the choir come sing to me
and when will this song be written so
my black and white jesus
my white hot soul
my cold black jesus
to me my love
you are russia
how perfect it is to be so weak for you
yet to the rest of the world a god
but for only you i am not even a peasant
i am so mind numbingly lost
my hands tremble
and my heart beats escape me
so here i stand before you
as i smile for a million tears
and leave
between a last song of vengeance
and the first call for me to leave
i lay down my light
and wonder into your darkness
i will not ask you to stop
i have never been so taken over
and you have never been so in control
welcome to the equality of love
welcome to my strong heart
my hard head
and my hands
that are stronger still
it has been so long since i have burnt in your flames
so long since i have felt the spear of your love in my side
i lie here now cold
i lay here now not bleeding
but serving those suffering
as i serve them love
and await the flame
of yours
and your spear
to heat and most of all
to hurt
there are just so many perfect words to describe
how imperfect i am
how beautiful i could be
if you were all a little more illiterate
i am montreals poet as we bid farewell to cohen
as richler is a memory
as one day i will be
a farewell memory
merely a stain on this city
for the anglos
and parisiens
zebrasindenver 