I go back in the past
And open the window
And let in a hot sweet West Indian night
I take a handful of air
And cover my face
And feel so good, so fresh –
Lemon and jasmine
It must be with a touch
Just a touch of longing
For sweet frangipani
of my tired soul
Just a bit more,
I reach out into
The dark night of my soul
And take another handful
Before I open my eyes
And
Close the window
To the warm West Indian night