Michel Montecrossa Her Eyes Black As Night


Her Eyes Black As Night (On The Other Side Of The Wide Crossing) Her eyes black as night in a pallid face looked unearthly. She looked up at me. A smile twisted her face. The electric gleam tore apart the veil of her conscious dream. Underworld knowledge made it real in the court shut in by mystery walls where she lifted her arm. There was cruel recognition under a towering sky. The obscene beyond had the power of lightning like white fire. Instinct and faith and the all-mighty will made her look like a priestess sunk in deep trance. She, woman-loving, loved her. She was real and frightening. With all her men dead she was beautiful, a subtle widow. Her servants came with silk robes, shawls and scarves. Oriental magic and dancing emotions, passion, desperate, dangerously free were ..

  • Producer: Michel Montecrossa
  • Album: Spirit of Woodstock Festival 2008 in Mirapuri, Italy
  • Release Date: December 9, 2015