Lloret De Mar

    My pillow forms a cloud; it’s corners boast
    of jasmine scented, evening ocean spray.
    While closing tired eyes, I drift away
    and gently land upon the Spanish coast.
    Here, I once walked and swam along the beach;
    One night, I caught the rolling moon near France,
    and every little starlet I saw dance--
    I almost felt they came within my reach.
    Remiss of me, with all that’s on my mind,
    I’ve tried to push her memory from my head.
    She sneaks a wayward whisper near my bed,
    and scatters opalescent shells behind.
    Before the daybreak paces past my room,
    my thoughts of her, have all but gone too soon.