Punta Cana

Grounded feet, sky ahead
Before our eyelids left the bed
We went, with the sun as it rose.
We flew, with the wind as it blows.
We slid through the canyon clouds
White icebergs and snow-laid ground.
Below us, we left that place,
We took freedom’s bridge
As our hearts would race
To the ocean and the sanded beach
To paradise where the laughter meets.
From city to city from home to home
The tides would bring us all in foam
To congregate upon the shore
To laugh and sing and ask for more
Stories from those lands of yours,
Stories from those lands of yours.
For every tongue here was the same,
Smiling eyes regaled the tales
That every heart here understood,
That all these barks were made of wood.
For what every language yearned to tell
Our hearts would so expressly yell
In an ease and natural fluidity
That was gated out of the great cities.


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She drew her hair from the waters with the waves
Surging up and then down again.
Her white blouse dripping on her Spanish dress
I watched in jealousy as the sun would set.
Coming close, oh how she drew the gods,
Unknowing of the world's applause
As the wind made love to her
And the beaches danced
Of trees that offered leaves to her
Laying in the sand
Mango groves and coconuts
Deep within her eyes
One day I will dance in them
But today I will hide.

“Come”
She yelled
“Come dance with me”
Before the sun would set
Meringue to the clapping waves
As we laughed as we got wet.
And then we strolled across the beach
The sands caressed our toes
Massaged by the memories
That we would all bring home.
And that was what it was it seemed
That we would leave this place
The sadness behind all the joy that danced upon her face.
So we walked into the evening and we walked into the night
We walked into the dusky beach that led into the light.
I asked her again to write to me
She promised that she would
But her words broke like the far-off waves.
And we both understood.

So sing me a song Christina
Sing it loud and clear
So all the world can hear our joy
Before it disappears

Sing me a song Christina
Sing it loud and clear
So all the world can hear our joy
Before it disappears.

Copyright © 2005 Prabhath Avadhanula