guadeloupe

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.