ANDALUSIA

The sight of a faraway land arrests the conjurer

stopped by threads spun from expensive gauze

adorning a dancer, shy and tentative yet

dripping in the essence of Andalusia

The music hasn't started and caught in the pause

is breathtaking beauty raw and adorned

in simple folds with a string from the sea

A cluster of Pearls from Andalusia

Would Cano have caught the still moment

in a  portrait,  perhaps Velasquez

Or sculpted in  the marble of Mena

Vying for the prize of Andalusia

A glow bathes the pillars bronzed

unsheathed supports built to captivate

a quickening heart that elevates

to greet the eyes of Andalusia

It would take the strings of Alhambra

plucked with the frenzy of Segovia

to cause the feet to spin a flamenco

set afire on the streets of Andalusia

Oh would you dance today ? Someday perhaps

to the strains of a classical Sevillanas

played beneath the shadow of the desert moon

One magical night in Andalusia