Catalina


Once more the tide ebbed

Was it a blue whale or a dream

Rising up from the depths

To lollingly cast one eye

Before he passed me by

A small town with friends

A library

Some wine

Walking around the piers

And fearing sunset

When the boat would leave

With us upon it

A morning of dreams and waking

Waking and dreams

Where reality is not

What it seems

I wish to stay always this way

The beauty of waking

Within sleep

The beauty of taking

A dream deep

The song of the sea

And the rush of the grass

A sea that holds everything

From my past

The sun floods the sky

And an eyeful of sky

Is not enough to see

The fullness of the sea

The fullness of me