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