I would travel the world
to know your essence
to know you
I would ride lost highways
of forgotten souls and demon hearts
getting lost on lonely roads
on old route 66
to find the inner you
I would sit with a shaman
under a Navaho sky
and ask him if the stars
in the painted sky
could ever shine as bright as your haunting eyes
he would simply smile and blow smoke rings
I would search for a leprechaun
under his rainbow bridge
to ask him true
would an staccato fire
glowing brightly on an Irish on
ever have the colour of your scarlet hair
I wanted to know the secret of your smile
So I took a journey to misty Kathmandu
and went on a Zen dream trip
But the monks did not know
your smile remained a secret
I retraced the footsteps
of merchants and poets
along the silk route
to mystical Istanbul
maybe their they knew
of the curves of your body
of satin and silk
alas they lost their words
much like I did
I was in the company
of Baronesses, queens and empresses
from Versailles to Kyoto
none compared to your grace and elegance
they simply blushed when I uttered your name
I would travel the world
to know your essence
to know you
