Deep In Meditation
A kind of contemplation……
A kind of contemplation……
Your anatomy is so silvery…..
I’m a lake and people bend over me……
A West Indian dance with dancers bend……
Behind you I can hear the swish and splash…….
Like a see-saw…….
You will always be mine…..
Loving…..
So far it has been a tragedy…..
The wind’s like a contender…….
I will preserve your love like food…….
Your strategy for the Caribbean……
Morning arises hesitantly from the sky……
You’re a narrow corridor of asphalt….
The morning was like a surfer on the sea….
The forceful wind is like a big dog……
Dawn is like an athlete with his javelin of light…..
The ruby sun has gone down in the west……
Coming from the African coast…..