Leonard Cohen Struggled Writing Hallelujah…for years, and numerous stanzas discarded.

A mystical
A magical

A moody haunting tune

That seized the world

In reverie

And worship finely tuned.

To grasp the skies

As David did.

A Jewish boy with sheep.

The Meadows worked

To bring God close.

With words heartfelt and deep.

And other thoughts

To add right in.

Of torrid love

Gone old.

But worked right through

Our mortal mix

And having to be told.





Suzanne..takes you down….to her place by the River...wearing rags and feathers...feeds you tea and oranges...touched her perfect body with your mind. (Another song.)