Friday, January 11, 2013

Arabian Lady Like To Wear Red Dress

What sweet nights those were
when love lay in waiting
when you came to meet me
water roaring through the night.

Took us in its tow
we had a windmill
by the water spring
tacking the squares
planted with shadow
my grandfather used to grind
for the neighborhood
grain and vigils.

People milled
around the squares
some carrying bags
some in cars
back and forth
songs kept roaring
on those roads.