MONEY HEART (Ode to Elizabeth Woolridge Grant)

MONEY HEART (Ode to Elizabeth Woolridge Grant)

I dream with shades of you,

I once was an anthem, your song,

vanishing in your shore.
I felt clouds climbing you,

filling me with darkest blue.
I cant remember if you stay

If you was money or honeymoon of me.
I felt graves and airwaves,

This love tearing us apart,

I felt your shining diamond, your heart,

Burning on my mind too sad.
I dream with games of you,

And then learning all about me,

For never laid to rest.
This love is burying us so bad,

With voices and diamonds,

Our love is an island of broken stars.
Your voice is a mirror of gold baby,

Your skin is a silver paradise, maybe

a eternal ocean of busy bees,

or laberynth of men and dices.
An ancient city of white streets,

howling your name,

An electrical angel is free,

even if your land is tamed.
This love is burying us so bad,

With voices and diamonds,

Our love is an island of broken stars.
Radios, colas, kisses and gramolas,

winter winds of money and rockolas,

you are my epitaph,

my success, my heart beating cash.

ROGERVAN RUBATTINO ©

Rogervan, on in Entradas Diarias, Los Elegidos, psychopoets

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