if I told you the last thing i loved was your dark brown eyes, and shining black hair. If I said the last words were … see you in the morning. If life gave me comfort, and death gave me peace, then all the lovers I’ve known have never tried the least to make me whole.Under-linings of love leave traces of desire.just because he is there does that mean that she’s done.In all the worlds of Faulkner’s lines, if Faralenghetti came down from the cross and Georgia o’keeffe actually stayed the night under one cactus bloom. Then Dylan would lay in the bed till morn, lay lady lay would not have to be scorned. Hendrix would cry over his strums of weeping, Elton would never know the meaning of sleeping. For as the final curtain is drawn, we will all be with Elvis, and Michael, Johnny, Whitney,and Frank..Songs sung blue will still be blue. as a whiter shade of pale will darken the night. When Kerouac stops and sleeps in the car, don’t we all know that time will ask for more.. So never lay still, always move forward, where dragons stand guard over blue still waters. One man in a fix., dragonflies still flicker. The only thing I’ve learned is to be kind to one another. Golden rays of light and ruin, give me wonder if I should go on.