Formentera Lady
Houses iced
in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
Cornered by the cactus and the
pine.
Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
Down a
sun-baked, crumpled, stony road.
Dusty wheels, leaning, rusting in the
sun;
Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run.
Here I'm shadowed by a
dragon fig tree's fan
Ringed by ants and musing over man.
I'll unwind
my old strings while the sun shine down
Won't climb any high thing while the
sun shine.
Formentera Lady sing your song for me
Formentera Lady sweet
lover.
Lamplight glows on old guitars the travellers strum;
Incense
children dance to an Indian drum.
Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe
fell,
Still her perfume lingers still her spell.
Time's grey hand
won't catch me while the sun shine down
Untie and unlatch me while the stars
shine.
Formentera Lady dance your dance for me
Formentera Lady dark
lover.
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