The wind softly drifting along 

The Caribbean sunrise

As the day goes by things get slowerand more amusing

Until, finally, in a sudden splash

Of glory

The night begins again



Wild, twisting, two-step, turning

The yearning of young and old alike



The crickets begin with anxiety

Muffled by darkness

Ancient rites of voodoo are brought to mind

In jungles, all things appear to be just what they are

The spirit that lies within



Wild, twisting, two-step, turning

The yearning of young and old alike



Ahhhh...