Iberia

Child of the Romans, child of Iberia

it's the blood

of yours that draws me in

the United States is strip malls and money 

pop culture: a brevity 

and the sight 

a vision of what could be

is that which drives me

those few moments of connection

what are they what do you expect

could I ask for more they are sweet to me

I've seen rocks and ruins of castles

I hear of gold and royalty 

warriors and priests 

and as the censer 

sways to and fro

from the words of the father

I was told:

"you will fly higher than Icarus" 

as the smoke rose

we laughed and were thrilled

baby I'm trying to avoid the fate of Sisyphus 

a land of treasure 

once owned by Rome herself

it's the blood that draws me in

should you be Isabella? no

a man and a woman enthroned

a mosaic in Ravenna 

walk in my door, to my home

the emperor, the Great

and empress, as well

they knew where she was from 

but where she would go they could not tell

he changed the laws to make her his own 

and when it came to die, they were buried 

in the purple robe

so legend has it

so long ago

such good blood 

sails the seas 

created you 

and calls to me

from behind your coffee-colored eyes 

Iberia