He was a moor.

As black as the night sky.

As black and beautiful as Opal.

He walked like a prince, but

Talked as if he were a king.

Every night he looked at the moon,

To observe the Spanish night, and

Wonder into the depths of space.

He wondered why god chose him;

To model the night;

To make those uncolored envious;

Not to be as beautiful as the night;

Not as colorful as the night;

And not as mysterious as the night.

He walked down the coble stone street.

He observed his achievements,

The capture of Spain.

 

The sun was just setting,

And he saw his pale subjects

Scramble to their houses

Before dark when the soldiers

Patrolled the streets.

As he walked the streets his eye was caught

And was over taken by love.

He saw a dark diamond.

With eyes green as the grass

And as bright as the sun.

She was as black as night, but

But her tongue was as Spanish as the land he stood on.

Her hair grew like flowers

In an effort to reach heaven;

To praise the peaceful lands creator;

To worship the being of first breath.

 

She passed without a word

She uncaptured and captivated the

Mind of the Moorish general.

He wanted to know her name;

He wanted to know all of secrets;

He wanted to know her inside and out.

She disappeared into the night

Before he could think before he could

React to what he had just saw.

 

That night the moor

Dreamed of the woman.

It was morning and the girl still slept.

Her face was stood out

Against the red and gold encrusted sheets.

She was still.

She woke but only spoke Spanish.

The Moor only knew few words of Spanish.

He tried to speak with her but

The words could not be found.

 

When the Moor woke

His first thought was to learn Spanish.

He then told his second hand to find a scholar.

To teach him the ways of the Spanish tongue.