I wish you where in my mind.
I wish you could recline with me and feel the sandy floors that sugarcoat my feet;
Every step is sweet.
You can learn to fight birds for flight and birds eye-
views of talent without proof.
Come over and look at…
what other people overlook.
While my dreams oversee these exotic needs.
Overseas dreams.
Spanish success.
Cuban stress.
“Where’s my deck chair?”
“Why would you assume I don’t need sunscreen?”
Shine lights that makes the sun scream.
Hide behind clouds that quiver as they go down.
Hold negotiations with nations about the sky and how we’ve decided on
Light dusks and cool summer time breezes.
For my pleasure.
Leisure with no effort.
Amen.
MEL(L)O(W)DIC™ 