The sands sleep beneath the mists
As the breath of time sets in
And the memory of you
Settles soft upon my skin
I feel your hand of time entwined in mine
As you call me your El Cid
I return the devotion , calling you Jimena , my devine
And across the morning mist
We will once again walk hand in hand
In a latter day I found a wonder
But no where near the age
I am sadden by the book
With the many missing page
If you are my Jabal Tariq
Then I will be your rock El Cid
But far across there is such distance
That no man can rid
Perhaps in another life
Closer we will be . . . .
And I will return as your El Cid
As you my Jemena , come back to me
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
The sands sleep beneath the mists
As the breath of time sets in
And the memory of you
Settles soft upon my skin
I feel your hand of time entwined in mine
As you call me your El Cid
I return the devotion , calling you Jimena , my devine
And across the morning mist
We will once again walk hand in hand
In a latter day I found a wonder
But no where near the age
I am sadden by the book
With the many missing page
If you are my Jabal Tariq
Then I will be your rock El Cid
But far across there is such distance
That no man can rid
Perhaps in another life
Closer we will be . . . .
And I will return as your El Cid
As you my Jemena , come back to me
Jabal Tariq - rock of Gibraltar
El Cid - national hero of Spain
Jimena - wife of El Cid
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