oh distance has a way of making love understandable
we spent the day climbing and decending narrow streets of the spanish city,
capturing moments of light and exploring impossibly small doors,
with swords and pastries in every window,
on the way and back passing windmills along the mountainsides,
with sunsets glowing,
and my spirit growing all the while,
then back to put on our disguises and dance in the windows of my home,
out to the street to see familiar faces,
to dance and sing to the soundtrack that has been decided for us
we smile and laugh till the morning breaks
walking among friends in the wee hours of dawn
Riding bikes in the spanish countryside,
passing vinyards and olive fields,
stopping to take in the acient works of men long dead
Their work remains but will mine?
can they stand the test of time?
will they weather the years?
what could i give to the world that will last
the will to last, to break from the past.
whats the worth of the work of my hands?
the full moon bursting through the thin clouds,
I am happy here, i am happy here, i am happy
City View of Cuenca, from Las Casas Colgadas (hanging houses)
