i had a dream last night! i was under water, tangled in seaweed, swimming with schools
of iridescent fish through a dim, wet, deafening silence. and there was a woman, raveged and
aged... she lay on a coral reef, weeping as she pried open oyster shells with her hands.
instead of legs, the woman's torso sloped into the thick, scaly tail of a fish. before i
could get to the mermaid, i lifted up towards the surface... my head feeling as if it would
burst with the pressure. i splashed into aa bright twinkling and the cry of seagulls. there
was a sharp hook of pain in my hips and groin and a splatter of blood. a thick arm amd hand
covered with white hair reached out.... i my eyes and was kissed -really kissed-... i was
trying to ask what was happening, but i felt something hard and cool in my mouth. i spit it
out into my hand- a large baroque pearl. and then i collapsed with a delicate mist hanging
over the garden... smells of night blooming jasmine and gardenia invading my nostrils, the
splashing of a fountains and chirping crickets.... i turned my head in a haze and was met by phosphorescent green light wraping their way around me, illuminating the path to somewhere
unknown and then i faded slowly, with a chill starting in the nape of my neck and it slid
down my spine to just above the band of my underpants and then i slipped away... the mermaid's
pearl still in my hand
I am thinking it’s a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss, they’re perfectly aligned. And I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes, like puzzle pieces from the clay. True, it may seem like a stretch, but it’s thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you’re away, when I am missing you to death. When you were out there on the road for several weeks of shows. And when you scan the radio, I hope this song will guide you home.