Serenade at Daybreak

You’re in a boat on the ocean in the arms of you lover.

No wait. You’re in your car delivering company mail.

The sun is coming up and there’s a deer strolling

across the road with no where to go, but you’re eating

oysters with spicy sauce on the city square.

Reggae is spilling from the air. Oh dear,

you are dreaming. The radio is playing and your

mouth is moving as you awaken to the tune

In the sky is a guitar. In your lover’s arms,

an ocean of notes like Christmas. The sun

comes up slowly. You are singing. Your drink

tastes of hot sauce. You are brewing sweet tea.

Music like sugar pours out of the salt ocean. There’s 

a melodic clatter of shells on the floor of your car.

The doe in the road knows you. Her eyes resemble

you lover’s. You are strumming his arm. He sings along.