The Top
The tornado is like a top spinning…..
The tornado is like a top spinning…..
Arawaks were short to middle height…….
Our greatest love, the ring I give to you…..
Into the heart of ebony…..
They came to the new islands before the Caribs…..
I saw a silver earth under moonlight…..
Ding dong, the church bells ringing…..
I am as lonely as the Arctic Sea…..
A gem carved with raised figures……
Standing…..
The stalker…..
He walks in disguise with military equipment
The strong wind is like a howling wolf……
Stars are diamonds bathing the brunette night……
Dawn sat afloat on the Santa Maria…….
Spotless as the starless night is all I ask…….
Crying…..
The flexible length of the links…….
He comes from the east…..