A hand across time
Reaches out to touch you
To touch your heart
To hold your pulse
And beat with you.
Slowly.....
You breathe together -
Both imbibe
The orange blossom
The cinnamon
The jasmine
That perfume your world.
Her dark eyes
Are your eyes
Scouring the street.
Her ears are your ears
Listening for voices
Soft and discreet
While whispered promises
\'Neath silken sheets
Of heavenly hues
Take you back to the time
When she was your muse.
Then the toll of a bell
Breaks the thousand year spell
And the sun of Seville
Rips the curtain in two.
And her hand slips from yours
Back to Arabic shores.
But this Andalus dream
Will not go away
She\'s bitten you deep
And you\'re in her sway.
Now sleep...
Til the next time
Her open palm
Offers you a chance
Of hope.
Of love.
Of mystical charm.