Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Never Half Empty
where was I when I went to sleep last night?
I dreamed of...
cobberstone streets and skies so blue that I cried,
people walking narrow streets between red, blue, and yellow colored buildings.
a restaurant of blue tile floors, furnished with mahogony tables and chairs.
lush broad leaf plants, so green and proud.
a cooling fountain in the center, that song in cascading babels.
spiced meats and vegetables promising me a good meal.
welcoming smiles of missed friends greeting my arrival.
a glass of water was placed before me half full...