Peter koppes

Arabia

Peter koppes
Arabia

Docked in Tangiers port at night
Heat drenched lights spread at a height
A young guide from the streets he'd fought
Spoke seven tongues though never taught

Arabia

Smoked a hashish cigarette
Chants float from a minaret
A Kasbah winds its labyrinth
The coastal palace of a prince

Arabia

They're falling lightly, the veils of Arabia
The veils of Arabia

Arabia

Sabre dance in Istanbul
Thieves around a pedestal
Harems held like nature's beasts
The desert boasts a genie's feats

Arabia

Teenage boys played on a beach
Though no girls, they're out of reach
Heritage, their fathers land
And law laid by their fathers' hand

Arabia

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