First Desire

Lorca comes calling again....when I ask myself what is my heart's desire...I hear these words..spoken by the loveliest of ghosts..thick humidity and a spanish accent..

peace

First Desire

In the green morning

I wanted to be a heart.

A heart.

And in the ripe evening

I wanted to be a nightingale.

A nightingale.

(Soul,

turn orange-colored.

Soul,

turn the color of love.)

In the vivid morning

I wanted to be myself.

A heart.

And at the evening's end

I wanted to be my voice.

A nightingale.

Soul,

turn orange-colored.

Soul,

turn the color of love

-Lorca