Wednesday, July 18, 2001

1:11 and I wish to someday set things right
go out on a boat late at night,
wrap up in a big blanket
sit out on the deck and watch
the moon embrace the water's surface...
wake at sunrise, to finally be

I want to live again, in summers
like those fireflies,
like this broad boat uncovered
and let out to dream by sea's edge
instead of hard soil..
summer sweetness doesn't dance
around minds like sugarplums once did
we all know sugarplums can only roll
and boats give you sea legs,
the smell of salt lingers on skin..
humidity breeds lucidity
and only then does summer dance
it dances for you