Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

lying on a sunwarmed island
among the spices of cardamom and thyme
boundless blue around

we quietly hum a dream
and blow spheres of joy into the sky
where gleams of the sea giggle and whisper
and tickle our skin with light

we swim in the soft wind
drink the sun and
lick shadows like ice cream
while we whisper to myths
that peer out from behind olive trees
overrunning ants and reason

suckling on the moment
delicious like sweet almonds
we get drunk on time wine
eyes openly closed
in the flight of a sunbeam

dipping our hearts
into this wealth
and painting this now
with kisses and with light