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The Dream
Remember that afternoon sun
Under a wide spread tree?
We danced and danced in a frenzy
To drums of tight sheepskin.
Hands brimming with passion,
Rhythmically exploding in the air.
Releasing hidden emotions
Music coming like waves of fever
Over our writhing bodies.
A multitude of smiles spreading
Across black, bronzed, mahogany faces
As our hearts unite in celebration.
Dust rising, ashen feet pounding, hot sand,
Drums resounding, motion heightens,
Surrendering to rhythm,
I am without direction.
I tremble, I tremble,
As I awake from
The Dream.
The Butterfly
How I feast my eyes upon the butterfly.
In her array of color and fashion
Tantalizing my vision like a glamorous beauty queen.
This beautiful little wonder
Might be a him or her for all i may care.
Seeing this mystery of velvet Enchantment
I reverently address her as "Lady Butterfly".
Le papillon the French named her--
So appropriate for the lovely Miss Butterfly.
She brings for the lovely Miss Butterfly.
Shebrings back my childhood memory of a
Colorful kite dancing against a clear blue sky.
La mariposa ...melodiously Latin,
To describe her wings of satin.
As a woman, I become one
With her female elegance.
I will protect this precious union
Against all struggles of change.
And forever preserve the spirit of Butterfly
That travels and orbits mysteriously within my soul.