I dreamt that I was in a boat.
In the greenest sea imaginable.
The sky was there,
no sun shining...
but two moons
on
opposite sides
of the
sky.
It was set adrift with no way to control the direction,
save the current's ebb and flow. Meandering direction.
There was the reverberation of mandolin
off in the distance. Everything melted all tangerine yellow and there I was,
on an island.
With a version of you.
You spoke of responsibility. And had a sweet tone in your voice.
One of intimate closeness. But, still, of a far reaching chitarra battente.
With notes soo glistening. I could almost taste them, roll them on my tongue
From salty to sweet.
It pulls me further on.
