Say my Name, slowly her voice breaks all silence
She’s a frost of exquisite dust
Eye’s glow, in a state of quiesence
The wind blows, her hair sways
Rhythm from an open hall
She twist and turns like a Geisha
Curves perfectly revealing
Shape of a Jewish guitar
With the strings of her mind I caress
Like colours of an Art in the right places
Lost in between the lines of her embrace
Lips etched with a Thousand beautiful words
She is the reason for my sight
A post card from heaven
The colours of the Night
For every quarter past Seven
