HER HAZEL EYES
Lucent waves
Emerald green
Wispy white foam
Lap gently upon the lagoon shore
Massive sea turtles
Docile
Non aggressive companions
Glide effortlessly through their aquatic playground
Two Gentleman Realtors
Both ridiculously wealthy
From hurricanes post construction
They politely discuss local politics
Over stout chicory coffee and pastries
Satisfied
Opinionated
Oblivious to my sudden appearance
I tour the magical island
On the back of a furry white mongrel
In silence
He directs our journey
With deft programmed precision
Surreal sand dunes
Virgin
Sugar white
Mighty windswept slopes
Flowing sea oats
Clear memories from my childhood
Before the winds of change
The blazing noonday sun
Burns my fair skin
Lost in time am I
She
Proudly displays her new beach home
Children play peacefully on the hardwood floor
“I had to sell my jewelry”
Her somber tone
Depressed
Solemn
She wrapped her arms around my waist
Uncharacteristically
I say nothing
A large social gathering is in progress
The Florida room
Alive with festive energy
Wings of war
Thunder from the distant runway
Sonic booms
In rhythm with the Reggae band
A stranger in this exotic paradise
Yet I know it intimately from my frequent visions
Strange eccentric guests
Greet me with such kindness
Plasticized graciousness
Eclectic polished pleasantries
I smile
My canine stallion gallops onward
Ominous black clouds approach rapidly from the east
“We shall ride the storm out here” said she
Her soft kiss goodbye
Still wet on my cheek
We both know
Never shall we meet again
I will always remember the fear in her hazel eyes
As the mountainous wall of water
Crashes down upon the peaceful seaside village
Gone in a matter of seconds
A lifetime of mystical existence
Flotsam and jetsam
All that remains for future generations
Thus ends my mysterious dream
This cold October morning
In these times of prophetic fulfillment
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
