if not human

the marching bands of the ivory coast

i thought of an idea today

maybe it's a nothing-to-do but

i thought of it nonetheless

maybe i could wrap you

right round my little finger

and bring you to the coast

put you atop my rusty throne

and hail you queen of invention

at least till you speak to the waves

oh and maybe i could bring you

to the air of the East

and tongue through the holy ghost

we could meet within a lock

and say psalms of our own

while the ghost plays on

he plays such a sweet tune

of the beauty of Baghdad

on a silver set of jewels

but back to our time

we were about to speak

at least unto another

or i could sing you to

Nantucket with a proper juke

till the jester arrives

with a song about us

and our love slowly goes

to the great hillside

and if you don't like that

we could journey to our heart

and spill all your secrets

if that seems too much

i have another thought tonight

one slept in your eyes

i'll travel to the ends

for a tune so sweet

it may very well kill me

to the coast we meet

with the waves so steep

to find our love to be

from the mountains came the ocean

and from the ocean came god

and now they parade around

their instruments made of miracles

and their threads of clouds

oh sweet, sweet sound

and they move with such grace

i may not be alive

to witness baptism of thought

oh i'll unhook you for now

for i've shown you it all

all for you it is

the jester with his life

to the ghosts of us

all for the search of god

oh summer can't speak

but can it be

oh summer it's sweet

the marching bands of love

goodnight sweet dove

till we forever meet