Photo credit: Yves Alarie
I dream sitting on the bluest mountain
the bluest sky with eyes open just you & I.
I pray standing, kneeling to eradicate
the vicious lies as tears flow from the corner of my eyes.
My heart breaks from loss after loss and your absence
I once loved has me singing my Jamaican Blues.
Even though our meeting seems like an illusion – a naughty lie –
has me thinking Jamaica & wondering “Why?”
I dream sitting amongst Great Queens & Kings, just you & I.
Listening to conscious songs, soft & upbeat sounds
as if we were in Paradise.
The broken melody of my heart wants to see you,
know more about you, my Jamaican Blues.
Even when I am not ready to love you:
I dream big, Great King, for our lives.
I close my eyes and vision us dancing
like royal peacocks & beautiful butterflies
to mystical tunes, carib steel & the kettle drum:
*Lively up yourself and don’t be a drag,“
I hear him say, my Jamaican Blues.
Have ‘Mi’ laughing with a great big smile
and just maybe, maybe the song we dance to
will bring happy tears from our eyes.
And I will remember to“Guard this Wildflower heart,”
just in case we get lost, in the moment of our grand time.
‘Cause me know my Jamaican Blues soon & very soon
It will be just you and I.
Empress Journee
*Inspired by: Robert Nesta Marley
