"That Laughter of Conchita\'s" © M.J.C. Griffin

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Wednesday 22 May 2013


That Laughter of Conchita's
Some days her eyes were violet, some days the darkest brown She dressed just like a gypsy, from the raggedy part of town; Conchita's ways were easy, I never saw a jealous frown, In her diamond gaze I'd stumble, but in her laughter I would drown. We'd meet for moments stolen from the clutter of our lives, I'd hold her body close to mine, and stare into those eyes; We'd laugh, we'd love, and then we'd leave for different parts of town In her crystal gaze I'd learn to swim: but in her laughter, I would drown. In the hazy middle-distance between the known and the unseen Hovers in uncertainty the ghost of what might have been; And though I try to face each dawn without a backward glance, it seems That that laughter of Conchita's echoes in my dreams. When I close my eyes I can feel her there, my hands on her slender hips Planting half-remembered kisses on those dusky upturned lips; The scent of incense in her hair, the rustle of her silken gown In her limpid gaze I'd simply melt, but in her laughter, I would drown. In the hazy middle-distance between the known and the unseen Hovers in uncertainty the ghost of what might have been; And though I try to face each dawn without a backward glance, it seems That that laughter of Conchita's will always echo in my dreams. Copyright © M.J.C. Griffin [ASCAP]	[play] album