My thoughts unravel as I travel through
time tunnelled air loops
funnelled with care
through diagonal strands of pearls
worn by girls to make little boys stare
and fathers tear at their hair.

With sandals in hand,
burning my feet
on the sun beaten concreet street,
I prefer to stand in the sand
where the sea licks away the heat,
like a salty kiss from a boy
after coy conversation,
and without explanation
I am dancing in the shadow of my unexpected joy.

Dancing in the shadow of my unexpected joy,
my thoughts unravel
as I lie on a gravel beach
in an out of reach dream
sucking on a half eaten peach,
things are not what they seem.
Like a team of clowns
wearing evening gowns on the pier,
or a child in a bumper car,
pretending to steer.
And now whilst climbing over the bar,
and falling into my beer
I still bump into things,
and it usually stings,
but my fragile ego has wings that span a lifetime
of broken knights and fickle kings
and will take flight whenever fortune brings me another.