Valuing himself not at all worthy to travel the distance seen in dreams
He considers leaving his wife who is racked with typhus
Even money says the ship will sink if a man so much as moves an inch
When does it seem likely we shall come upon the house which holds the keys?
Let him alone, they hissed, he is just back from a long journey to the other worlds unknown
It’s a beautiful language, and there was at time when I knew it well
Before I was a boy, long back when I was but a still-forming babe
She took me to see the blessed fireworks
Oh what times we had, Mr. Bloom. Oh the joy in such simple pleasures
With barreltone voice he does proclaim,
Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, and the arc of a fireball rising in yonder dirty sky
The blonde-haired lady who appeared in his bed was more than just a siren come to lure him away
You have taken the full advantage of me, she said blankly
Shall I put a rose in my hair and enchant you, she began to ask
Let us consider the constellations and navigate the stars
Take a long drink from this hookah and see the universe unfold before us
What of redemption, did ask the good minister
What of the next life and then next and the one after that to be
Oh so lightly, he was told as he began to descend into reverie
Would you gently touch me where my third eye does reside, she asked
Yes I said yes I will Yes
Copyright 2016 by Andrew Bradford. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission.