I close my eyes...
and dream. ..
of a time spent on crystal sand
of a time reborn in foreign land
of a time feeling free...
I close my eyes to sea...

a figure by the ocean shore
washing drifting dancing waking
with the waves
gently smiling in the sun
was that figure me?

I hear the sounds of
trinkets bells ancient stones beads shells
the arab man in Jerusalem sells
the shrouds of mystery...

I close my eyes once again to be
drifting on the sands of coral seas
while on the dunes the woman cries
Pita! Pita! Melon! Melon!
Pita! Pita! Melon! Melon!

on the sands man camel stride
adorned with riches...
filled with pride.
he kneels to pray
alongside
the spirits dancing in the sun the sand
the sea
we all are One...
 

it's all so simple here
you feel the life
you breathe the air
what you own is what you share...

I close my eyes...
again I stand alone In this dream
on this land
the transformation taking place
attain
transcend
this human race...

I close my eyes...
to hear. ..

Pita! Pita! Melon! Melon!
Pital Pita! Melon! Melon!
Pita! Pita! Melon! Melon!
Pita! Pita! Melon! Melon!...

© 1983 by Carrie