Morocco

I dreamed that I saw you

Once down in Morocco

Your clothes were so old

They were new

You spoke to the Bedouins

In their own language

Of silver and crimson and blue

They said that your singing

Had altered their vision

And yet nothing really had changed

The dust from the desert

Rose up from your eyelids

You said you had conquered

The chains

The white wind around us

As we stood there talking

Was blowing the stars

From the sky

I said make the beauty

You made long ago

And the dervishes whirled

While you cried

You said hold me against you

The weather is calling

My mind is the color of stone

And I wrapped the green silk

Around your thin body

And knew you would

Never come home

The wind and the sun

And the sky in your eyes

Was driving you mad I could see

And in any language

I knew they were saying

The future is cutting us free

We walked in the desert

Your hands were like velvet

You told me the reason

You'd stayed

And all of the women

Whose hearts had been broken

Stood naked and cool

In the shade

The men in the village

Were called to their worship

Their colors had started to fade

The shelter of heaven

Had lifted forever

Their eyes were the color of jade

The wind and the sky

And the sun in your eyes

Was driving you mad I could see

And in any language

I knew they were saying

The future was cutting us free

I left to fly back to the place

I was sleeping

Where all of my dreams

Had been lost

I wrote your name down

On the back of a postcard

And finally counted the cost

Demons and devils

The saints and the angels

That gathered to show

Me the view

And all of the tears that

Had come when I met you

Were shining and bright

As the dew

The wind and the moon

And the sun in my eyes

We're driving me mad I could see

And in any language I knew

They were saying

The future was cutting us free

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