Slanted Eyes (Yeux Bridés)

In a red coat she walked on black high heel shoes In a crowded street between men with neckties As we passed by she cast a casual glance at me And I admired her radiant almond eyes. Once on a sunny afternoon in late August I saw her again in a park under blue skies The wind moved gently lacy cirrus clouds And I adored her graceful Asian eyes. My ancestors did not build the Great Wall Nor did they belong to ranks of Samurais But when the Moon rises west of the Silk Road I dream about the girl with comely oblique eyes. As the years slip by and we grow old together We walk hand in hand on fields of butterflies Why do you love me? She asks and I tell her: For your beautiful soul and your slanted eyes.