Catwalk

Paloma
Sits in her own Savanna
Lioness from the land of
Fortunes seen in candles
Promises made in black limusines
…Abandoned
Like some Carmen Miranda
Every street is your catwalk
While the grapes and bananas of your hat
They still keep on rotting off-screen
«Havanna»
You sang it like a mantra
Like a rising Atlantis
Winds and waves whirl to a song
From your dreams that
No one hears, no one hears…
…Like amber
Your skin glows and you amble
As we look on enamoured
While your tears fill our eyes
And you dance like wild fire
On the sea, on the sea
Her flame is welling up can’t get enough
A stormy sea, the waves will never settle
It’s better to burn out then drop another level
Looking better holding steady…
A lantern on the sea a light that floats free
Sand burns under me and I flow, flow free