Morning Thoughts Lyrics - Reflections - Gil Scott-heron

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: 

near the precipice that separates 

noise from peace, 

the hint of an every evolving magic; 

a precious place 

combines and still confirms the space 

the oneness and togetherness. 

And 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. 

And morning thoughts turn to smiles 

to love to sunshine 

to "Good morning' 

morning thoughts are of the storm 

lightning flashing through the dawning sky 

of Grandma's hand and younger day's of life's 

discovery from behind the veil of her guidance 

of the music that forums our 

historical biography descriptive of precious heritage 

of the aches and frustrations of city life blues 

the threat of violence that provides the atmosphere 

and observations from the balcony 

of a "B Movie" 

As (though) "all the word's a stage" 

morning thoughts begin 

as Midnight black gives way 

to morning cracks of sunshine 

morning as a new day beginning 

with all its bright interpretive promise 

shine down then sunshine 

on Zimbabwe 

on El Salvador 

on Namibia 

on Poland 

wherever a man would dare stand up 

for a change 

we were born at Midnights in the darkest time, 

but surely the first minute of a new day gives