Blue Lagoon

I had this dream and in it I wake up in this small house. Somewhere in the tropics. And it’s very hot and humid and all these names and faces are somehow endlessly moving through me.
It’s not that I see the, exactly; I’m not a person in this dream; I’m a place. Yeah ... just a place. And I have no eyes, no hands, and all these names and faces keep ... they keep passing through. And there’s no scale. Just a lot of details.
Just a slow accumulation of details.

I got your letter. Thanks a lot. I’ve been getting lots of sun and lots of rest. It’s really hot.

Days, I dive by the wreck.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.

I always used to wonder who I’d bring to a desert island.
Days, I remember cities.
Nights, I dream about a perfect place.

Days, I dive by the wreck.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.

Full fathom five thy father lies.
Of his bones are coral made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing about him fades.
But that suffers a sea change.
Into something rich and strange.

And I alone am left to tell the tale ... Call me Ishmael.

I got your letter. Thanks a lot.
I’ve been getting lots of sun. It’s really hot.
I always wondered who I’d bring to a desert island.

Days, I remember rooms.
Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon.

I saw a plane today flying lower over the island.
But my mind was somewhere else.

And if you ever get this letter:
Thinking of you. Love and kisses ...
Blue Pacific signing off.