When I cock my ear
I hear tunes that come from far away,
from the past,
from other times,
from hours that are no longer
and from lives that are no longer.
Perhaps our lives
are made of music.
On the day of resurrection,
my eyes will open again in Seville.
Boabdil, the last king of Muslim Spain
The Moors ruled Spain for seven hundred years
and you ruled my heart for seven. On moonless
nights, ghosts alight, and dream of Andalusia,