On a raft made of yesterdays

As breathless curtains stir
to melodies of the singing tree
and the smell of old rain lingers
I drift....

Drifting out to sea
on a raft made of yesterdays
dreaming...dreaming of you.

As the moon slept upon a silver hammock
and a single stroke of night
colored the sky indigo
I walked into your eyes
speaking a language
our tongues could not.

Tawny skin glistened
in breathless humid air
liquid knees dissolved
upon a scented bed of jasmine.

Now memories hang upside down
from stars in our different worlds
as I drift once more out to sea
on a raft made of yesterdays.