Dream Away...

I have a countless beautiful dreams right now..some are real, some wishful, but they are dreams neverthless. I had forgotten a few, given up on some, but they're back again, swishing away the darkness in a warm quilt of hope...the farmhouse with the animals, the restaurant near the sea, the house on a meadow of yellow flowers, learning Gaelic, baking cakes...

These days all I feel like doing is lying in the sun, watching the kites high across in the sky and daydreaming, as the smells of cooking fill up my house.

I wish I could take a year off and just travel, another year off and read and write and watch movies...I dream of having my own kids as well..All my friends would also have kids and how we would all be happy in a daze of white light on a white porch and a green garden with white picket fences, watching them play, and us having tea in a fancy China set with coconut macaroons and cheese sandwiches...

The first thing to do is get away. I'm longing to be near the sea again. Sometimes it calls to me, it's salty air lingering before my face, like a white lady in flowing garments...beckoning me towards her...very soon I shall be off to Goa, hopefully with my now best friend (I know you warned me not to mention you in my blog, but I'm rarely known to keep promises). Here's something for you btw:

Dead Sea Drifters

Floating on its gentle waves,

lets stop swimming, you and I,

lets lie, half asleep

on the swing of its sunset,

ears closed, the strength under our backs,

of trying not too hard

Who cares about shores?

I never want to reach anywhere, anyways,

And in this hour of silence,

lets hold hands under the seagulls,

when the tides change,

we will drift away,

or drive our wrinkled bodies

towards the rested shore,

But for now, lets float,

uplifted, drifting, prepared.