Just a Few Things That Made Up a Day

Although as yet, we have not
been formally
introduced, or for that matter,
met in the flesh
so to speak, I have occasional
dreams, in which
you feature and wherein I play
a small supporting role ..
In the opening scene, you are
always wearing
a brand new, white bath robe ..
With your still
damp and sun-bleached, fresh
apple scented hair,
held loose, in a cool, matching
white towel ..
You are sitting, on an old straw
coloured rice mat
and have a bowl of fresh hand
picked cherries
nestled snugly, between your
feet and your thighs ..
There's a pink gecko lounging
on the ceiling
and outside one of the open
windows, a pair
of red and orange fire finches
are singing, having been
woken and warmed by the sun ..
I note that the sky
is still perfectly blue, as it was
yesterday at noon ..
And cream, bronze and salmon
chrysanthemums
each dance and wave back at me
in the lightest
of breezes, from a lime green pot
sat on our balcony ..