All the poems are written by Sahara. The music composed by Andrew Foyston, is called Jangles, and the intro and recitation is by Dawn Sinclair
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Story behind the song
Being deaf, Sahara was not able to recite her own poems herself and asked me to do it for her. As most of them are short, I decided to use several in one track and the theme of the collection is pretty similar as you will see.
I have met this beautiful young lady in person and we got on famously so I know that, though she will never hear the way I recite for her, she would have been pleased with the results of this effort on my part. I hope others will be too.
An enormous thankyou to Andy Foyston for his loan of Jangles, a piece as multi-faceted and colourful as the poet known as .... SAHARA...
Lyrics
Testing a Dedication
You can slay all my dragons
You can fight off my ghosts
Champion my insecurities,
that sail in the devil's boat
You can tear down my fortress
You can comfort my crying heart
Capture my demons,
before the nightmares start
Only then
I will ask
You:
Will you take the sun
out of my sky?
Will you change the colour
of my eyes?
Will you hold me close
even when I die?
Inner Child
Child of my summer;
born with a lace of inspiration
entwined in her hair,
she carried a rainbow
of thoughts in her pockets,
to disperse into the sky
of my dreams
Child of my winter;
lost in a rainstorm,
with no smiles in her eyes
to staunch the sorrow
of all the tomorrows,
that show a vacuum
within my soul.
Deaf
Stones too are silent
When held in the palm of your hand,
warmth seeps through your being
And new life is given,
with knowledge of such.
Last Supper
Can I paint the world a colour
that no one has yet discovered,
catch a nightingale in my throat
and tell a really dirty joke,
before I catch the last bus home
can I hold a rainbow in my hands,
that will bring colour to a barren land,
sew a butterfly's damaged wing
and hear an angel sing,
before I say goodbye
can I kiss you one last time,
so the world will know
that my heart still beats
and camouflage my sudden fears,
when I capture your falling tears,
as I finally close my eyes?
Fabricating a Reality
Were you talking sense
or acting completely dense,
when you asked me to be true
even though you knew,
that night skies always sigh
because the daylight can never lie
and
while birds sing songs in foreign tongues,
children can only hum tunes
for their words mustn't be sung
so
maybe this was the reason
for my treason,
as my lips brushed another's
under the covers
and why my answers became
questions
before you could even mention
that
you
loved me?