When the world drifts away from our eyes
Say, on one of a thousand nights There begins a dream within a dream Each evening with you A green olive. A bit of blue sea. Lure me. I recalled Borges’s dreamlike tale One morning, by the Aegean. See there on the shores one by one waves start blue then spread purple across the seas Facing a sea of sparkling waves Laid-back in knee-deep waters I smile at you all in good will.