Travellers we come:
Plummeting down toward the stars,
where the sky burns in violet spasms.
In this naked blue place,
river jewels dance on arcadian lawns;
Lithe strong legs like spring rain,
Lunar eyes of delicate ash,
Swirling mischief with long flowing hair,
and the postulant of day has Scherezade safe in his big brass bed
I’ve got a friend flying tonight to a romantic rendezvous. I knew I had to put this up for Sherezade to think about when she’s on that beach with a pina colada.