I awake with clouded mind to slanting
Sun through crooked blinds and merry chimes close
By outside, like playful spoons in morning
Mug, like man playing Southern music jug
My slippers are placed neatly there, beside
My own grandfather's chair, where I heard tales
Of true love's kiss, of nobles kings, and nights
Of bliss, in which I sat and thought of you,
Something that I never do, in spite of
All the years that passed, the years you said would
Always last, the years we wore our dancing
Shoes, and gave we our hearts to soul and blues
When we let our freedom ring, I think of
That song you used to sing and echoes still
