Scrubbing, Cleaning & Dreaming

My spirit lives in words that fly
within the ether, I cannot be on
line everyday in real time, work
comes to a standstill when my
spirit leaves this universe – my
body falls behind in getting my
job done, I have to stay offline

I must translate the terrible text
and my official document; words
that can create a dream and set
spirit free are heard in messages
which I access on the Internet
when I open Yahoo messages

I cannot leave my family to stay
online at home – there is no time,
send me a poem, delineating
what you will, a dream, a vision
and I will send you mine –
whatever I can compile in between
scrubbing, cleaning and dreaming

Andre Rieu, A Strauss Waltz Or Two

Snowflakes, water crystals, Indra’s pearls and you,
Andre Rieu, a Strauss Waltz or two, Die Fledermaus,
Ballarini, Andra Pradesh and the Bay of Bengal –
all over the world in pictures, the French Ambassador’s
Daughter is in thrall, waltzing to the melody of the
Blue Danube with her eyes closed, falling into the
lake, dreaming and laughing, looking at pictures,
translating, looking up every word, Ludmilla and
Semjonof obviously live on a Lilypad, their happiness
reflected in Indra’s pearls, I must return to the document
in front of me, see what Ballarini says of the Maldives,
but my eyes keep looking for more words from you…

[1 July 2009 - See rest of pictures in next postings.]