South Shore Blues

The moon is hidden and the tide is high as
the old horseshoes come riding home again
far from the continental shelf or maybe the
Cambrian daze when I first laid eyes on you
across a crowded room on some enchanted
evening east of the Azores where the ancient
ones still gather to dance a hasty tango begin
the beguine but I don’t believe in destiny

O en Portuguese eu nao acredito no destino
after all these years maybe 500 million by now
still we swim these seas to the fertile grounds
of our immaculate youth last night when the
world was young how far flung are these dreams
appearing nightly in scenes unreal from reel to
reel gone are the days in a digital age so blase no
one calling on the phone and no one comes round

Anymore or evermore like a lost raven or another
blackbird maybe Miles, Monk, no, John Coltrane,
blowing a love supreme on that furtive horn love
in the Pyramids across the Nile you belong to me
oh, voce a minha forever and a day and tomorrow
is a long time where Dreams of Einstein last until
the sun still shines on rainy days elsewhere anyway
and it rarely rains in dreams or so it seems so believe

That this is not it for something delightful is there
staring you back in the face the eyes of the world or
the universal mind from big bang time in harmony
with the Old One still riding on waves unseen to the
naked eye almost bare as Adam and Eve back in the
garden or maybe Rome when it was born in 750 b.c.
around this time in history long before Jesu came to
gather fishermen whence the horseshoes swam home