There is a force stronger than magic,
pulling me into the darkness of night.
The music beckons me to follow,
and enter a dream between the light.
The rhythm of the trance breathes,
essence of jasmine and rose oils.
Offering a hint of time forgotten,
caressing my weak and weary soul.
I try to fight the might of destiny,
and break the spell that binds.
Failing to comprehend the strings,
that guide my feet and hands.
No jinn bottle in the sand,
to hide within the folds of the day.
No destination on a flying carpet,
I am falling away from fate.
Then I see her in the distance,
swaying with the desert winds.
Now I know the power was love;
the heart is where this story begins.
© Dec 28, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic