Carolina Moon

Sweet Carolina moon poised
just so.  By morning
star dew overflows to Earth.

As Gone As I Can Be

You said you'd always love me
Until the day you die
And I would always answer
With an oh-so-solemn sigh

You said you'd always need me
Without me you'd be blue
You said I really send you
And I said you send me, too.

    You send me, Baby
    And I'm just as gone as I can be
    You really send me
    I'm just as gone as I can be.

Then just last night you called me
And said you must be true
You said you'd found an other
And you worried what I'd do.

Well, yes, it's true I wanted you
And we had lots of fun
But I guess that I should tell you now
You weren't the only one

    Don't worry, Baby,
    I'm as gone as I can be
    Don't worry 'bout me,
    I'm just as gone as I can be

You said there is no fury
Like a woman scorned
Or maybe you should worry
That I do no more than mourn

I ain't chasin', I ain't cryin',
I won't sit around and whine,
Cause when it comes to missing you
I haven't got the time.

    Don't tell me goodbye,
    I'm just as gone as I can be
    No time for so-long
    I'm just as gone as I can be.
   


copyright, 2011
Fay Campbell

I know, I know

I know, I know
But, even so
You don't have to say it again,
Just let it go.

Ah, you and I
We come and we go
That's how it's always been
I know, I know

I held you in my heart
I held you in my soul
Til theres nothing left of me to hold to
No place left to go.

You say you can't hold me now
Though I just need to feel
I know it's over now
And I'm keeping it real

You say you've found someone
With guidance from above
Well, what does that make me, my friend
What does that make our love.

(ha) I know, I know.


copyright, 2011
Fay Campbell

Sax Man

No one ever told me there'd be men like you
I never read a book that told me what to do
When the music from the saxaphone
Won't leave your melting heart alone
And cuts from fifty jagged words are healed with only two,
For you.

Play me something, Sax Man, play me something sweet.
Surrounded by the sound I feel almost complete
I just let go, let too much show
I know, I know, I know you know
So play it low.

Do it to me Sax Man, play me one more time
Let this mouth of mine now be your reed.
Do it to me Sax Man, play me smooth and slow
I promise you that I'll be every key you need

Is it the brass or my skin your skilled fingers bless?
Is it the music or your breath I feel my neck caress?
Help me, Man, I'm falling, and I can't find the floor.
Your music - our music keeps me wanting more.

No one ever told me there were men like you.
But now I could write a book about just what to do
When the music from the saxaphone
Won't leave my melting heart alone
And cuts from fifty jagged words are healed with only two,
For you,
For you.



copyright, 2011
Fay Campbell

Freight Train

He spread his coat on the gravel pile,
Not comfortable, but the boy had style
And all the while,
Just feet away,
Roared a freight train.
It was a long, slow train.
And afterard though pouring rain
We ran to his house along the tracks,
And made love again,
And again,
For no other reason than because we could.

As light and inconsequential it seemed from the start
I must admit he broke my heart
Probably for no other reason than because he could.

Golden Potentialities

He was my first,
(Well sort of, there was a technicality.)
And living as we did on neighboring islands in a sea of corn and bean fields,
We found a tractor path.
It was summer and there was no light except the moon
And millions of stars.
We were awkward - powered by his hormones, my love, and millions of stars.
And afterward, silently, we walked hand in hand down the path surrounded by corn just tasseling
Not knowing what the appropriate thing to say might be.
Our love grew as fast as the corn that summer.
And we became less awkward,
And we made up things to say,
And the ears showed golden silk,
And there were always millions of stars, enough to make us drunk with the sky.
The leaves turned to brown paper that rattled in the breeze,
The corn to gold,
And still the stars shown in my eyes, keeping me from seeing.

I went away to school.  There were too many lights to see the stars and he found out one girls was pretty much as good as an other.
Our last conversation on the phone, I told him a white lie.
And he said, "You know, that would have ruined my life."
I couldn't even cry.
But now I cry once a year in late May when I pick a wildflower and toss it into a readied field
Full of golden potentialities.


copyright, 2011
Fay Campbell