Come to me in my sleep . Let’s talk while I dream.
Come dressed or naked. In colour or in shades of grey.
We can go to a summer park and sit on the bench
The flowers there are not that near the dump with stench.
The sky is as blue as we want it or as filled with fluffy white clouds; as many as we want.
Every passer- by is friendly and will smile. We can cuddle or just talk about what ever comes to mind
They nod their heads and say “hi!” We reply in like. They are always kind.
Later, refreshments are served near the park’s fountain, sprinkling us with cooling refresh.
We can run and play in the sun, with the children, yes, …we are there as children too .Or we can be what we are. We become children again! Or we can stay women and men.
Isn’t that wonderful? Isn’t this place the greatest? Yet we are alive and well… Oh what joy! What a dream!