Dark eyed beauties, Caucasian princesses,
in these mountains behind China’s flank
so far from home.
Smiles and eyes passing
…our eyes meet;
sisters of this distant land.
There are stories running here
which I will never know
save for these passing looks
in exotic eyes.
Arm in arm, they pass me;
their words strange music
to my ears.
And as they pass,
our moments touch;
like curtains in the wind.
So many women in this world
made of such love
and distance.
gallagher
5Jul87
Alma Ata, USSR