Morning Thoughts Gil Scott-Heron

[Verse 1]
The sweet smell of my lady’s love
Her body blending with my own
The time when the world is dark and quiet and we’re alone
The precipice that separates noise from peace
A hint of the ever-evolving magic, a precious place
Combines and still confirms the space of oneness
And togetherness
There’s a morning thought

[Verse 2]
And there’s still a softer morning in March, a gift
For me from God with a darling face and papa’s eyes
And grandma’s grace
How there the light of immortality shines
As wondrous, fragile dreams taste light
And the slightest breeze for the first time
Morning thoughts then evolve as smiles
And love and sunshine and good morning

[Verse 3]
And morning thoughts of the storm
Of lightning flashing through the dawning sky
Of grandma’s hands and younger days of life’s
Discovery from behind the veil of her guidance
Of the music that forms our historical biography
Describing the precious heritage
Of the aches and frustrations of city life blues
The threats of violence that provide the atmosphere
And observations from the balcony of a B movie
As all the world’s a stage