Classic Poem

You never know who has your memory
in their drinks
In the cities that move into other
cities
Into other times
Ancient cities
You never know who wants to throw
you into that timeless space
Where you forget your name
And the face of the woman you love
Camara
You gotta have your tips on fire
You never know who has your thoughts
locked up in some small room
Wishing a thousand storms would
hit your doorway
Wishing you whirlwinds for paths
and hurricanes for the mornings
that open your days
You gotta have tips on fire
Pana
Because they make doors out of pure
space
And you have to swing them open
So they know
You are around the wind
You are in the wind with your own
dance
You never know who stabs your
shadow full of holes
You gotta have your tips on fire
You never will be in the wrong place
For the universe will feel your heat
And arrange its dance on your head
There will be a Sun/Risa
On your lips
But
You gotta have your tips on fire