I dream
of things,
and places
and people
and circumstances.
I dream
of my place under the Tuscan sun
and of sunflowers that bloom
amidst an olive vineyard.
I dream
of a white painted villa
lovely as a postcard picture
and a woman by the trellis
coffee, paper and pen in her
hand.
I dream
of blue canopies by the shore
and of flowing waters of the sea
like the hue of the sky so blue
but unlike my heart
it never gets blue...
