To the music of Spain so profound
Evoking my passionate dreams
Of those mild summer nights unbound.
The music of Spain so profound:
The loud street noises and laughter below;
Late night moon high in the sky,
Gaily lit plaza, dusty all day,
Romantically dim as couples pass by.
Evoking my passionate dreams:
Small, strong coffee, rolls in the morning,
Cubes of brown sugar, marmalade and silver,
Late lunches, tapas at six, naps until nine,
Then the world comes alive, prepares to deliver.
One of those mild summer nights unbound:
Perspiring, clapping flamencos, feet tapping,
Fast fingers slapping against a guitar;
Seductive light, excitement, colors blending,
All caught in time, of those days so sublime.

1 comment:
Just reread this poem, and it's so evocative. I've never been to Spain, but I see it through your words. Lovely!
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