Dark road. <br />Radio on. <br />Late night <br />turning into <br />early morning <br />day. <br />The two of us, <br />sharing a <br />joint, <br />on our way, <br />to imaginary <br />better place. <br /> <br />Having finished <br />it, <br />you flick the butt <br />out the window. <br /> <br />We were talking about <br />something indifferent <br />when I, <br />in a moment of silence, <br />cut in: <br />' - I wonder when <br />I came home <br />last night! ' <br />“ - I’m damned tired! ” <br />I told you. <br /> <br />You did not <br />reply <br />so I reckoned <br />you had not heard me. <br /> <br />I tried again: <br />“ I wonder when <br />I came home last night” <br />“I’m damned tired! ” <br />only this time louder, <br />so loud, <br />in fact, <br />I woke myself up <br />to sunshine through <br />palm leaves. <br /> <br />“What you say? ” <br />asked the two <br />piece bikini girl <br />in the hammock <br />next to me. <br /> <br />I turned to her <br />and smiled, <br />explaining it <br />to her <br />as best as I could <br />in the language <br />of black haired <br />chocolate tanned <br />beauties <br /> “Oh, you dream” <br />she said, smiling. <br />“Guess I did” <br />I replied. <br />“Want go swim? ” <br />she asked me. <br /> <br />I shook my head <br />and yawned. <br />“Perhaps later..” <br />She got up, <br />kissed me, <br />and walked off. <br />I watched her walk towards <br />the ocean: <br />young perfection <br />in motion. <br />halfway there <br />she turned, <br />and waved <br />at me. <br />I waved back. <br /> <br />I then grabbed <br />this <br />pen and paper <br />to thank you <br />in the language of <br />old friends, <br />a century <br />years later. <br /> <br /> <br />Thanks Friend. <br />Thanks for the ride. <br />Thanks.<br /><br />Carsten Thomsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-on/
