A Soirée of Different Sort....

Isn’t this a beautiful night?

Isn’t the shimmer of stars above, a lovely sight?

Swaying gently, the trees in avenues offer us their bows

There's some hint, the way the northern wind blows

And I see in your eyes that you feel it too

For tonite we fly to the magical land of Timbaktoo!

No bewitched brooms, no loopy saucers, no clumsy magical kite

For we have Aladdin’s carpet, to soar high into the black nite

Put on your best dress honey, stir up some heady brew

There is wind tugging at our sails, we are the only crew

My motors are running, you'd better hold on tight too

Coz tonite we are zooming to the land of Timbaktoo

Climb on, kick off your shoes, and let’s zoom through the streets

Away from the smoky cauldrons of city, away from the daily beats

We fly through the wispy clouds, across the big bad moon.

We pick a few stars on our way, hearing the nightingale croon

Watching the shooting stars pass by, so far away and so few

Yeah honey, we are on our way to the land of Timbaktoo

We pass the sphinxes and the stone henge lying in our way

Feel the wind in our hair, and see the date palms sway

We'll cross oceans where at dusk fall the mermaids play

Float paper boats, skimming the waves we'll feel the spray

Toward the land of thousand northern lights, we continue

As we inch nearer to the magical land of Timbaktoo

A sky full of moons, like a strange distant dream,

Cuddled between smoky mountains, alongside a idyllic stream

Lies the land of Timbaktoo, with a beach of pure gold

A land of two suns and fields full of daffodils, I am told

Alas we leave at dawn, drowsy, content and eyes sore

Only to return another night and a million times more!