Long of crazy dreams filling heads of sunshine, the horizon tears at me with its glare of the morrow.
The sun shines bright above the ringing sea, clouds beat their slow rhythm of frothy surf, and the sand is nothing but warmth and giddy pulsations.
Seagulls swirl and dive below the surface of another dream where they slow dance with fishes full of smiles and winks.
Dunes erupt around me like fireworks of mundane distance breaking into showers of glad and beats and smiles.
Long of dreams where shells open in long yaws after the rich night and where the brilliance of pearls is lost to the mind, the ocean dances its mystic rhythm of slap and rumble and whoosh.
I run and clap and jump and shout too.
It’s all caresses and cymbals to me; it’s all summer and strands of winds bearing distant memories.
It’s all today, and it’s all right now, the happy reflection on the back of your eyelids.
So praise it high and low and take it on the path where your dreams of infinite lead.
Cyril Bussiere 06-29-2014