Island boy/Mexican Reincarnation

The brambles and patches of thorns and thicket Where blackberries explode in the time of the sun Fleeting and harsh when the Autumn nights crescendo And the sleepless city, concrete furnace will not be subdued The Nortena people sleep outside in white sheets Like the magi in their tents, searching for a star on the horizon Through the swelter and feverish confusion Dreaming of a vast lake where a city sits in the midst Closed to intruder and where the dead walk with children The fantasies of an island man, in the midst of winter's chill An inferno that was cursed by this very same mind Awakens the sentiments of my Mexican alter-ego And the cobblestone echelons of Villa and Hidalgo. But green are the hills and the tulips are mighty The grass and the heather ripple in the flurry of wind An old suite to wear and a comb in my hair, vintage romance She is knitting by the radio and baking a pie Or is it another life, where the berries of my northern existence Are replaced by the corn tamales and a tequila for our hero Cardenas Left in the window, that we dare not disturb out of great admiration.