BLACK SATIN 2006-03-12 Xanadu like I saw a poem writing itself in my sleep A celtic scroll There were raised stones Hard as granite rock And the magic wand And the wizard played tricks Unheard of before. When I woke up I felt I was a highland zombie I remembered the boulders in the river The sky breaking out with thundery water Forces of nature, No evil, no fiend, But roaring spirits flapping like prayer flags In the wind of the pass, flying over landscapes Of stalagmites, search lights and red beams To the blue of your endless abyss eyes. Gigs and reels from distant caves Memories of beer fading out To wine cellars and snowy peaks. Liquid illusion. Kerosene tank full Ready for take off today Wind and weather permitting. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 286 Back to home