I dreamed.

I dreamed we awoke

Sweetly drifting on Lost Lagoon

Where the willows bent low as we paddled by

Leaves brushing reflected sky.

We dreamed a fountain

In the center of the loch

So fair it sprung, so fair, so fair.

Swans glide slowly from their

Comforting shores

Preening their wings in the rainbow spray.

Casting our lines decked in peacock's lure,

We fished in the fleet moments of time,

When I was a girl and you a fair man

Then you were the child

I held in my hand.

So fair, so fair,

The day moved on,

Sweetly adrift in a lost lagoon

Quiet in our craft in the soft afternoon.

Oh how we smiled, we laughed with glee!

when from your battered treasure chest

Shelley and Ginsberg appeared.

So gleamed your eye

when you reached underfoot

Where Yeats also slept in a tattered book.

With all so fine-- so many praises--

Sung to the skies all out of tune

Just for a moment

You leaned from the boat

And all the fish gathered, flashing their fins

As you read them verses,

Sweet songs from tattered, ancient books.

The clouds, the sun and a pale, pale moon

Fell playful and laughing from that bright, dream sky

Foamed up from the fountain again and again...

Even the angels laughed on high,

Then snatched that pair from the giggling mist

For reading verses to lowly fish!

All that is wonder, so fair - so fair

Sweetly adrift in lost lagoon

Quiet in our craft in the soft afternoon.