In the stillness of the air Summer Sun rises
Through the Med’s dreams then ponders.
Quietly, she tries on shades of blue
As the sky gently sheds a sleepy haze.
The perfect pink ruffles of oleanders
Welcome the sun’s attentions.
Sweet perky scents wake memories
Frozen in cool dewy crystals.
To the breath of fluttered heartbeats
They escape slowly
And reach a waning moon
Half-way to the stars.
In the silence of the spheres
They collide with the moment.
Truth removes a veil
Just another lie.
The sun scorches and burns,
The Med dances in tattered glass
Over pebbles kisses little toes
And returns to her dreams
Since nothing is real.