Trip of Dreams

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