Through the Grape Vine

There was a woman in the sticks

Whom I loved through the grapevines.

She wrote letters that drove me

crazy from the mainland.

She danced on top of daisies

and swayed through thorns.

No hell would know our love

And went envying were those of spite.

Still, I was new as she was New

And our Grapevine guided well.

For those covetous of heart found no ground.

I adored her as she did me.

Sweet and untamable as she was

We settled down slowly by the shores of the sea.

Through the Grapevine came to our pleasantries

Then the north wind rolled down.

Softly spoken and ailment based in stride.

Temptation to the soul stole her away.

Welcoming her and her Kingsman to their Mastaba.

For years, over the moon’s soft beams

I wandered without dreams.

The sun, ungainly in its rays

Could bare no soul.

And soon, by all cries, I would join her

My love under the night sky

Across the mainland

Side by side

Underneath our Grapevine