The water laid greenish-blue underneath the sun
And dark blue with the moon,
It's beauty transcended through the sky
And I couldn't get enough.
I've laid awake many nights
With my mind jumbling in reality.
I then, closed my eyes and dreamed once more
That we were still there.
When the nights close in and pour over me,
When the air just seems too thick,
When my breathing slows and I gasp for air
I go where you're not sick.
We travel through the German castles
And we drink some good Irish beer,
We laugh and dance through Norway
To the sound of the fiddle in our ear.
We hike through the mountains of Europe
Stopping in for some English tea,
We visit Vatican City
And there, find our faith by three.
We travel down the ocean
Passing by the Celtic Sea.
We bobsled through Jamaica
And we rest under the moon on the beach.
Sometimes I have to leave this place
When the air just seems so thick.
Sometimes I just take you with me
To anywhere where you aren't sick.
~~grb 2015, june~~
DWH
