Written: Dec 24, 07
Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
I’ll and show you it faces
I’ll show you its places
Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
You can hear it voices
You can feel its pulses
Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
It is as old as time
It has many stories to tell
Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
You can write your own history
Make your own tapestry
Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
Meet the players
Feel its rhythm
Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
A walk through antiquity
A walk through history
Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
See it through my eyes
See it through new eyes
Let me take you for a walk in Damascus
Written: Dec 16, 07
The Argeela bubbles
The sweet scented smoke clouds
I am lost in the headiness of it all
The coals swirl around, hot, red, don’t touch you’ll burn
I in hale deeply, knowing the danger, loving the effect
Her voice bubbles
In the dark, it gurgles, it laughs
In the dark, she is my vice
She is my release
She is my pastime, my leisure
My quiet voice in the dark
The voice of thought, of anger, of laughter and of pleasure
The voice that whispers sweet nothings all around me through smoke
She is my vice that I can not indulge
She is the voice I can not hear
She is my voice in the dark
She is the argeela.