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Welcome! Hi, I'm Chagall Sierra , known in Toronto as "Voice of an Angel" for my ethereal, heartfelt soprano. This is a co...

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Grey Eyes (2017)

Randomly saw that a Tricia Walsh on Quora lamented that nobody wrote songs about grey eyes. I decided to fix that. "Reminder to self: write a song about grey eyes for all the grey-eyed people who need their eyes immortalized too!"

The idea was March 10, I wrote the lyrics on March 21 in about half an hour.

Grey Eyes

You are a summer storm
Ozone on the wind
Clouds gather in your gaze
Card the wool of dreams and spin

Those grey eyes
Those grey eyes
Filled with magic, truth and lies
Oh how you weave a spell
With just grey eyes

You are the wintry ice
Freezing to the bone
Chill winds and skating rinks
Childhood laughter skipping home

Those grey eyes
Those grey eyes
Filled with magic, truth and lies
Oh how you weave a spell
With just grey eyes

Glass pools
Lose my thoughts
Looking into your soul
As I wonder
What mysteries you hold within

Those grey eyes
Those grey eyes
Filled with magic, truth and lies
Oh how you weave a spell
With just grey eyes

You are the light of stars
In the depths of night
The Milky Way poured on Earth
Dancing into love and sighs

Those grey eyes
Those grey eyes
Filled with magic, truth and lies
Oh how you weave a spell
With just grey eyes

Monday, February 20, 2017

Rainghosts Dancing

A poem I wrote back in 1997, and sent in to the National Library of Poetry. It was published in the "Sound of Poetry" collection book. The proof shows November 24, 1997.

It was inspired by a brief vision I saw during the big hurricane that hit Toronto in the 80s. The vision was not quite as pleasant as this poem, as the giant ghostly forms I saw dancing were in fact dancing a war dance through the streets, hunting down evil, bringing a curse on the invaders of their land. One of them looked at me, but through me; and I understood that I was not what he was looking for to destroy.

Rainghosts Dancing

silver pours over
now fertile gardens rise
trees drink deep
silver jumps
on weathered roofs
on fences
rainghosts dancing

silver streams
across our land
silver people
rainghosts dancing

silver sings
on wet sand
wet pavement shining
silver dreams a mist of green
life,
hope,
rainghosts dancing