With oriental eyes and a Jamaican smile
speaks like a Londoner
but she is much more.
There is a smile
it comes from inside.
She plays with your hand and the skin is fresh.
You caress her foot and that’s enough.
She lives inside me now
Someday we should live together
She worried about colour
but we are all out of Africa!
Does soul have a colour?
Like a breath of hope
life is life again
and dreams become once more worthwhile
because she is
and I have had the honour of knowing
(Copyright) Daniel Nicastro July 99