Brown sugar

Cape Town

Brown sugar

Taste its scent

Echoing through ranches of forbidden fruit

Steadily marching towards its domain

I lay there

 

Stained by arrows of no blood shot wounds

Carried accross the Jordan river through the sky’s blossom era

I found him

Untamed and elevated

 

Brown sugar

Bitter to the core

Unfamiliar in its smell

Unknown for its opulence

I lie to you

 

Light years and decades blurred

Undefined in their sober appeal

Centuries remain in awe

Of the world unknown to its call

 

Brown sugar

 

"The future belongs to the artists."`~ Caroline

From the heart

Tenacious Phoenix Songs