Styles
Dance / Bossa Nova, TV / Vocal, Film / Vocal
Subjects
Ocean, Sensual, Women, Mother
Lyrics
Smooth as Sister Silk she glides across an eggshell sky Wings of cloud and emptiness to lay her head upon Banking on a breath of jasmine honey coated sigh Fresh as scented moonstone rays that kiss the grass of dawn
Effortless enigma in the droplets of her smile Carefully abandoned to the wind Ancient rhythms like the ocean tides that shape her style Penetrate the surface of her skin
Tracing seven sacred stars and setting them aflame She floats a spell, aloft ascends a dove Harboring the secrets of rebirth and death the same And using them for stepping stones to cross the pool of love
Speaking in forgotten tongues of hope and midnight blue Jaguar lays his head down on her knee As she runs her fingers over endless sands of time Laying down her beauty she is free
I walk down a sandy beach where no footprints have ever tread The chanting roar of the water playing the rhythm of creation And I speak in low tones to the spirit of the ocean, the moon and the tides Here is the mother of all things From where we came, back to where we return One ocean ever changing One ocean ever the same