A night of quite solitude
Spent alone, lying half- naked on the beach in Acapulco
Feeling the sand against my skin- cold, sharp but soothing.

My gaze drifted into the night sky
as my mind floated into the cool night air…

Somewhere along the coast off the gulf of Mexico
in a cottage by the sea, a girl with stars in her eyes is playing
her old Spanish guitar under the pale moon glow.

The sad strains pricking my weary heart and
stirring old feelings to crawl deep into my system
making my spirit weak and lulling my tired eyes to sleep
from the unexplained power of the mystical lullaby.

The deceptive peace was broken by the shriek of the night birds
coming from their lofty sanctuary nearby
as if reminding me not to fall into her spell again…

Her music is drowned by the howling of the wind,
her face slowly faded into the darkness
and my illusions trampled by the waves
crashing into the battered shore.

A night of quiet solitude…

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05.08.2005