Calle Fuente Alegre

The hour came
When we descended
The belly of our big avian cradle
Grateful for this one more favor
And the warmth of a May sun

We waded our way through the fringes
Winding and twisting to this new tale
Of a most beautiful city
Nestled daintily along the Coast of the Sun
Somewhere I never dreamed of

At the end of the road stood, to me
A most majestic mountain
First there was nothing
Then there was everything
How can I forget – the tail of Calle Fuente Alegre