In misted haze the damp surrounds
The troubadours in this village town
The air is full and senses probe
In unison the voices roll
Young teenage years in distant lands
Romance the night in bonded bands
The light aglow on a balcony floor
Music permeates veranda doors
As vocals raise into sight
Guitars are strummed for romance nights
For Latin flounce…
Embroidered whims…
Skirts kick up…
Voices sing…
Band of brothers..
Play their song…
Young passions gesture…all night long
Then just as quick into the haze
The troubadours mysteriously fade
Vocals of a Latin beat
Lulls the night back into sleep
By Diogenes Martinez
