SPEKTRE
Mike Harrison: Saudade

Far beyond the outer space
there is a land of dreams,
where the sky is nightly pierced
by deadly laser beams,
where the waves of longing
beat upon a distant beach.
On the pulse of tango there
your fantasy may reach.

Like a storm on wings
the birds of yearning seek a light,
where on ancient earth
a pastel city lies in sight.
While the course of heart
is now and ever full of strife,
things that never happen
may for once show signs of life.

Fly my song and reach the lonely
land of fallen space,
let the music lure out cats
and shapes with human face.
No one knows what wondrous changes
future may us bring,
all the ways are open
when you fly the Nova Swing!