that shed mana for our untroubled dreams.
The silvery waves crash on the sand, still warm from the sun, still soft
from the moon.
A wind kisses our bare skin as we sleep on the edge of the jungle,
safe and assured of love.
I dream only of her, and this little place so sweet, children again
in our spirits, in our thoughts. Clean.
And, before the break of day, we’ll awake, go back to the sea
and ride the waves
and sink to beneath the rolling water, the reefs and the lost ships
and the sharp toothed mermaids.
At night, in a warm place, we have our home, and not even the sun
evaporates the mists of our dreams.
This I home.
I do not want to leave.
Don’t take me away.