You had a name before:
To me it sounds like rent on time,
bellies full and belts loose,
babies rocked to sleep at night,
green lights and windows down,
Kingdom Come and holy ground.

In the heat of chicago summer
I dream you’d smell ladylike-lavender, cardamom, cornbread, sharp sweat and sweet tea,
new songs and old dreams,
lifestyles new to me.

Your face sings songs I couldn’t write,
laugh lines under skylights,
sunset on the skyline.
Proverbs and parables,
paradise is state of mind
mindfulness is new to me
think of all the things that couldn’t be and top the list with you and me.