From the album Butterfly

Damned, feel my sudden fall from grace; veil can’t hide my face. Dream, how I dream but I always wake. Try, but there’s no escape. Sigh, under Thy celestial dome. Lost, miles from home on a sapphire golden coast below. Andalucía.

Dry, Oh Virgin Mother dry your tears, cried for 2,000 years. Stone of Gibraltar guards the sea, Africa, alchemy—the gold you cull from suffering. Andalucía.

Drink, drink a cup of sweet Andalusian wine, taste of that twisted vine. Sour, from the days that came before. Why crave it more? Andalucía.

Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©2017