A headache draining out of the right side of my head
as I skip through dreams, while a milky sun
warms my pale December skin...
Three tired travelers sleeping like hobos
to the lullaby of the sea -
A weary bell tolls once somewhere over our heads
stirring us to life -
and we are off once again.
Gliding across liquid velvet
three lights hang suspended in a moon-washed sky
as a Highland lament charms me toward the water’s edge.
A white smile framed with color
Laughing eyes, reflect the fire of life
A salad bowl of humanity, mixed and then mixed again
The Wide Open Face of Brasil!
Descending into a power surge -
Electricity coursing through my extremities
and suddenly concentrating in my brain
in an explosion of color and music.
A pounding head and twenty stolen winks
leave me dazed and abandoned
in a surrealistic, melancholy world.
Already late, I pass from the brilliant sunshine into the cool
darkness of the Abbey, as bald, aging cherubim sing “Gloria”.
I sink low into my seat, culture shocked and travel weary
as high, sweet sounds flutter to the peak of the arched ceiling
and hover like a thousand butterflies.
