Art Garfunkel

I don’t know if we have souls
But imagine we do
Then play Garfunkel singing
“I only have eyes for you”

His voice
Like clouds
Angelic
Will stroke your soul like
Warm, amber honey
Unguent, glowing
Anointing
Gently inflaming
Like seeping perfume

Or

Like Amber again
On shallow pools at the seaside
Rippling and reflecting sunset.

Perhaps he sat looking at East River
Or the Brooklyn Bridge
Maybe the Statue of Liberty melted
And lowered her gaze
Looking out towards the Atlantic
Graciously welcoming a breeze
That resembled his voice

The fiery glow of neon
And the wandering pathways of Central Park
The austere gothic skyscrapers
Measuring miles in the sky
And the steaming subway manholes
Belching out citizens
Into orphaned streets

The butterfly buzz in the atmosphere
After a baseball bat swings
And touches the electric crackle
Of glistening Times Square
All melting into your coffee cup
Gulped gently
Sipped slowly
Smoothening the crevices of your soul
As the song (timing it’s seconds out)
Comes to a slow stop
Leaving on your tongue
The aftertaste of heaven