Guadeloupe

The wind softly drifting along

The Caribbean sunrise

As the day goes by things get slowerand more amusing

Until, finally, in a sudden splash

Of glory

The night begins again

Wild, twisting, two-step, turning

The yearning of young and old alike

The crickets begin with anxiety

Muffled by darkness

Ancient rites of voodoo are brought to mind

In jungles, all things appear to be just what they are

The spirit that lies within

Wild, twisting, two-step, turning

The yearning of young and old alike

Ahhhh...