Mai poam, let me show u it

this is just something I wrote a long time ago, had it laying around ...

... think the Doors, Spanish Caravans (I said a long time ago)

Narwhals are playing

beneath northern lights

round calving glaciers

that soar to blue heights

stars overhead in

their half year of light

I hear the song of

these wonderous sights.

Calling

me to go and see

arctic majesty

Beautiful houris

dance on their knees

in gorgeous palaces

over the seas

serving rich caliphs

neath silk canopies

I hear their sweet voices

borne on the breeze.

Calling

me to far off lands

mystic desert sands

Riches from Khitai

and far Hindustan

Bactrian borne crosst

the Taklimakan

bargains in bazaars

of old Samarkand

pyramids of skulls

left by Tamerlane's hand.

Central

Asian fantasy

won't you come to see

Tropical islands

dance in the haze

coconut palms fringing

sunspattered bays

white powdered shores

of a watery maze

beaches where sand

covered tortoises laze.

Singing

in sweet harmony

for my company

Toucans in sweet rotting

jungles of steam

skyscraper trees choked

 with mantles of green

cannibal headhunters

lurking unseen

pythons and leopards

consort with their queen.

Daring

me to heed their drum

and for me to come

I'd go to see them

the rest of my life

abandon my children

my home and my wife

always be looking

out further along

never know peace

in a place I belong

Listen:

I can hear them sing,

and I have everything.