Joli

Shakin' the blue in this painted dessertAwaiting a fire wild.Ancient tea of clover springing poisonfrom nights hanging overinto days upon daysas a child.I sing, I sing the blues to the deserts awareand shake my thing, my shimmies my guise.And this face, this little girlI've lived for so longruns wild to the fire,to the Goddesses wise.I could search the worldfor my little girl loston a quest for self and jest.But the wounds painfully heal,any my woman finds power in the ashesbelow Pheonix's fiery breast.as I wait, transformate and meditateShakin' the blue in a painted dessertawaiting a fire wild.Forever, Joli