Early Morning Music
The music of the Gamelan, softly plays within my mind,
the smell of incense burning is never far behind,
offerings of rice & flowers are placed with loving care,
I carefully step around them, with respect to why they're there.
They smile & say good morning, as they open up their stores,
to this early morning tourist that walks along their shores.
The roads are strangely quiet in this early morning hour,
but slowly life is stirring like the opening of a flower.
Mothers sit and feed their babies, children wave as I walk by,
and above me in the skies I see the kites that fly so high.
Hens clucking at their chickens, piglets playing in the lane,
all so different from my home, but here I feel so sane.
I promptly open tired eyes, to all that is around,
I drink in all those sights and scents that years ago I found.
But then morning comes a creeping, it was all within my dreams,
I turn on the television, I hear the peoples screams.....
Terrorist have left their mark, on this Island that I love,
I close my eyes and send to you a beautiful white dove.
Things have changed, you are not the same, but neither then am I
Will I desert you in your time of need , I wouldn't even try.
Coco - October 2005