In the cold, narrow streets of old Santa Fe a secluded, warm cafe I contemplate America how as a boy I never thought once of the name until I saw the desert gazed at the sun rising slow outside Roswell a state road, no other cars drove, I am there, I am here I saw …
The Magic Tea House and the Blue Tiger
I caught the tale gleam deep in your eyes That showed the trail of the elusive Blue Tiger, Who slinks and prowls from the light of the moon And leads those chosen, marked in primordial fire I've got a sword that I forged once in a dream, That lies at my side in the still …
Ren Michael 