Make Believe
a recovered poem from 1998 written after watching Kama Sutra and falling in love with impossible worlds.
I want to go back To a magical place, Where princes are gods And women wear veils.
I saw it in dreams, And dreams I will share With girls that believe In these fairy tales.
The wizards would say That skies aren't blue That flowers have life And the mountains too!
The air smells like saffron And winds speak to you In one hundred languages, The same as the moon!
Streets are so wide, As if they never end And people walk by With a smile on their face.
Their skin is like gold, Their hair like the night What place could it be? I guess paradise!
Oceans are deep, What worlds they embrace! The sailors go far, And some don't return.
I've heard that the mermaids Have them in chains, Made of the seaweed And mother of pearl.
At sunset the sky, The one that's not blue, Turns into a peacock With strange purple moons.
The sounds of the night You never have heard, As you listen closer They whisper your name
Where could all this be? How could I get there? It’s all make-believe! Go try it some day!
