Naiam

The great perspiring Diva, makes sense to me, when she sings Ave Maria, hymns make me dream, your face a relic of the sea, sleeping is not so easy, in circumstances of our own, can we ever make history, each morning's walk to town, like someone's claim to be, creature of nights seasoned in Cafe's, who tried to find the key, your laugh a generous frown, rain sweeping across a tree, you always hear me out, wrap time around your reel, say music will always be, a place to feel easy, by kind or cruel necessity.