WOMAN

 

Take my hand,

Beautiful woman

Lead it

Lead it far and wide

To the pits of hot romance

Pits of love

Heated love

Hold my heart

Let it sway

May it be

May it be that it flies away

Break into song

Sound the long gone gong

Whispers are whispers gone

The tail swishes no more

A dirge made has been made right

Night swings to day

And the song of love stands at bay

 

Take my hand,

Beautiful woman

Ride into flaring distance

Journeying away with me

Let the love breathe these words to you

The sojourn of lonely hearts

Must finally meet

Take my hand

Let it heave these weights for you

Take you to sands of foreign lands

Lets it taste the tongs of life

The feeling of passion

The times of life

The whisper of love in the air

The whisper of your name in my ear...

   "For Farah-Naaz, 'Helen of Sparta', a very interesting newfound friend... and a stranger in the mist..."