I Dream of You in Blue
From summer 2006:
I dream of you in blue.
Your eyes twin pebbles dappled with sun.
Your curls form shells that make no sound
when I hold them to my ear.
I like that when you write
You write with neither pain nor glory.
Maybe things are better that way
When I think of you, I am not productive.
I like to travel in my mind.
Sometimes,
I take you with me.
(We reach Inverness from Morocco
And navigate through old towns)
You are a prolonged poem
Written only in metaphor
Photo by Deborah Stokol. Santiago de Compostela, Spain. 2007