THE DREAM

Why today of all the days

are we in so vivid a dream

once more mere feet away 

from a seashore

within striking distance

of empty shells and discarded spells

carried by the rhythm of the sea

and the vibrant leaping waves

Time remains witness

as wheels rumble purposefully

dissolving the traffic sounds

made by those in a hurry

The slice of paradise

bobs like mint in a mojito

Time remains mute witness
suspended in panopticism

an island in an archipelago 

Why at this hour I am asleep

and yet We are awake

while life springs around us

oblivious of my trance

prompting us to dance

sprouting choices of the carefree

like marionettes tied to

a familiar imaginary waltz