My Little Paradise

My Madeira

Good Morning My Friends
It's a bright and beautiful morning
A lovely breeze whispering amongst the trees
As their leaves dance and sway, in the wind.

But this is when it comes to mind, the land where I was born 
Where my roots run so deep, for the ones that I love.
It makes no difference, the length of time one's been away
But in my heart, I am screaming for my Madeira!

It doesn't mean I don't like where I am, it is a beautiful country
The panorama before one's eyes is awe-inspiring no better place to be... 
This England, that's been my home for so many years
But there's always this pull, a gravity leaving me yearning for, home.

Feeling behind my eyes this gossamer can't see the words before me, need to pack it in;
It's unimaginable the beauty of the land where I was born
There's no place like it, I miss the flowers abounding everywhere,
The majestic mountains erupting peeking right through the clouds like a veil!   

To every corner of the land, to my minds, mind a fantastic array of blooms
A sight for sore eyes, the beautiful agapanthus
As they sway in the wind, the hydrangeas of every colour
You can imagine, but for me, it's the blue and the white

That sets my heart aflame, its the colours of my childhood
Intermingled with many...Like the birds of paradise
In my Paradise land the lands of my Papa, that he tended with love, 
Amongst the vines the sugar canes, the banana plants,

And of those, there were many, the figs, custard fruits the guavas too
& many others, they are too many to name just a small corner of paradise
As he tended lovingly, with the sweat from his brow.
I miss the vision of colour attacking our senses

Like the Bougainvillea, over the rivers, and every wall one sees
The beautiful flowering Jacaranda trees, a lovely hue of purple you'll ever see...
The Oleanders, hibiscus, must not forget the avocado trees 
And all the flowering trees, I don't have the names to

The scent of the Eucalyptus intermingling with the Pine
that scent is so heady, as one breathes deeply
To inhale to fill one's lungs, with that pure, clear air
I also miss being with the family, especially as they get together

And am nowhere to be seen in my heart I hurt,
Unimaginable to comprehend my fault loving, profoundly  
I have a beautiful family, except for one or two
But mostly I love those, that stayed close to me

Like the sisters and brothers, like Luis, I miss you so
You were my playmate, as we were growing up
Remember the kites we made and let them rip through the air
the excitement of it all, as we run everywhere.

Climbing the fruit trees, singing our lungs out of
Oh, Maritimo or Benfica songs, making the trees sway
your and my way, then you fall off the bloody tree
In shock, I thought you died, thank goodness,

just winded to live another day, mama pulling her hair out,
You devils she'd say. Yes, I miss those days when we were so close.
It'll never be the same, I miss you maninho...
In my mind, my heart aching my soul...