Fountain Dreams

The fountain plays and I think of yesterdays,
mist of Table mountain hung in my dreams,
short moments ago almost as tho' it seems,
the cascade will never fade once it's been played.

We go from one level to above and below,
the rocks are warm as the lovers slide along,
surprised that resistance can be so strong,
we went right thro' and emerged in pastel blue.

The whirlpool pulled us down and see you grin,
shining, exuberant, permanent brightness,
sun shot like an arrow with your lightness,
we reached the edge, to find the Earth was flat.

Couldn't fall, pulled back together forever,
with sparkled droplets in the land of never-never.