At dusk, these books of dream lore

Records we made of our singing folk songs

Mediterranean verdure on ciabatta rolls

The wild sea on a Sunday afternoon

The vest I made you with appliqué

The genius loci of the valley

My spirited and tell tale drawings

Silver bangles with elegant borders and verse

Wild, dark haired and gothic beauty

Waking up with the bird’s songs

The wooden stereo playing ‘Rappelle-moi la Beauté’

Our own little secret fable

Every day magic making its play

Trade bead necklaces to wear round about

Tuscan soup in cast iron on the stove

The better chance at life.