I sat sipping tangerine tea In a dimly lit room In a small house by the sea The scent of salt and incense Filled the sweet air I laid my guitar aside on the bench A candle flickered and went out Who goes there I seemed to shout There were three or four of them Dark skinned, dark eyed Darkly they came in Like shadows. Bright scarves were their dress And in the scarf around each head A flower. Their plan was easy to guess We have come for you Were their words Come, and we’ll show you The gypsies went out with me I was given some scarves, a flower And followed them to the sea We entered a cave down under the sea The candle flames danced and made patterns On poster-hung walls. I sipped some tea The gypsies and cave held the aroma of incense Then, in a moment, I saw the egress Up ahead in the distance It was no longer night At the end of the cave The sunshine shown bright We then moved outside Into the day and a garden of trees and flowers And tangerines. I thanked my guides I had reached it at last. We put down our teas A dream had come true. For this Was the world of all peace.
–Samantha Mozart
5/16/70
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