Isola All around, weaving, twirling, dreaming 'Round and 'round, Isola does her dance Enchanting all who answer the echoes of her mind Singing to all who dream of her Ringing, bouncing, snake - skin shoe prints Trampling air pockets, on floating toward Her phantom beckoning Find her in losing her, see her no more Yet you hear her Isola calls from without Her transient terrestrial screams pass through us As we spin to her music Floating away to moments of smoke Caressing the ceiling - sky The echoing reverb continues Whether in dream - like states or in shadows fleeing Like whispers which know no words No moments lost when auras glow Can see the stream where Isola drowned She sleeps to wake; she lives to die As the waters carry her to unknown lands She'll follow schools of fish as predators lie in wait Floating away Making her home an underwater cove � 1993 Frank Cadillac