Here Between Dreams

a memory, an illusion, and it's gone
a friend, a bright dawn, hope, my keys, a swan
I'm seeing, why'm I fleeing, this is new
my gliding, dancing, ever flowing view
a rapt spectator of this ride I'm on

a hilltop tango with Sabine and Ron
my office, to a yacht, in Avignon
loose fragments of these dizzy scenes flit through
and it's gone

spun faces, conjured places, dazzle on
Belinda's offer twists into a con
I'm raging, but there's nothing I can do
the ride sweeps on, she's gone, I'm here with you
soft touches and the beach we'd sit upon
and it's gone