when reality of time grasps our joined hands, our minds are forced into acts of daydreams
cabin docks and sunsets on tropical black crystals
european balconies and wet tracks below warm box cars
i surge with pleasure at the thought
escaping time, escaping the reality of time

tonight i am content to dream, tomorrow too, if reality does what it does best.
because to live in your thoughts of us, brings new life to thoughts of my own
and i am pleased to have you anywhere