silk unsifted stronger than spider thread
sand for each grain a thought
All my good ladies were there oblivious to the eyes upon them
She looked like a poetess from another world
her hair like the night sky without stars
combed carefully, shining in the light of day
sweet and lilting for the life that she holds
distant voices cry
stars and twilight
a swell of air from the open sky
greased by chillies in fat and a soup of kindred spirits
touching is easy
loving is gentle
caring abounds with the twilight that falls early on winter days
sand for each grain a thought
All my good ladies were there oblivious to the eyes upon them
She looked like a poetess from another world
her hair like the night sky without stars
combed carefully, shining in the light of day
sweet and lilting for the life that she holds
distant voices cry
stars and twilight
a swell of air from the open sky
greased by chillies in fat and a soup of kindred spirits
touching is easy
loving is gentle
caring abounds with the twilight that falls early on winter days
