A story inprired by the song, Mi Morena, With Josh Groban...oh so beautiful song
And so my love
From my window I can see
A beautiful vision
And when the music plays
Your body rises like a bird of grace
It's beautiful, the way she moves, he can't help but stare, her hands are beckoning to the sky in graceful movements, long slender legs move in rhythm with the silent music of the night.
Mi morena
I saw you dancing in the rain
Holy water
Shining like a silver flame
Come like a ghost
I will watch you dance alone
Mi morena
You're the light within my soul
He dares not approach, for he might break that sight, that image of dream, the sight of the angel on earth, his breathing is heavy and foggy in the wet chill.
And so my love
The way you're moving in your dress
To a nylon guitar
On wings of silk and lace
You lift upon the notes and slip away
He fears that if he dares make a sound she'll fly away, back to where she must have come from, no living being can possess that much grace and beauty, she must be out of this world, there was no other explanation…Mi morena
I saw you dancing in the rain
Holy water
Shining like a silver flame
Come like a ghost
I will watch you dance alone
Mi morena
You're the light within my soul
He runs a hand through his hair, red strands plastered to his forehead after the heavy rain, he's dripping wet…it doesn't matter to him
Take this cross of feathers and bone Where the setting sun surrenders to the moon
Take this heart I've carved in stone
In your name
Mi querida
I wait for you
Suddenly it's like something in his chest breaks, and a warm feeling spreads through his body, and he finds himself moving…towards her and he realizes he is singing, ever so softly he is singing to her, only for himself to hear and nobody else.
She stops and looks at him, then with graceful movements she approaches him, a soft smile gracing her fair features, he falls silent, their eyes locking…his heart skips a beat as he gazes into these eyes, these eyes that have haunted his dreams…
"You like watching" her voice is like silk, raven locks wet against her soft forehead, he reaches out a gloved hand and brushes them away
"Yes, but I always long for the touch" he leans down towards her, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss, their souls merging perfectly…
Mi morena
Hold your hands out to the night
Be my lover
I will fall into your eyes
Sweet fire of love
For you I'd steal the stars
Cause I adore you
O my morena
dies from sappyness overload