Dearest

The hot air is beginning to be blown in from the continent

Each time I look up into the high clouds I can see your reflection

You cannot see me

That is one of the mysteries of reflection

Do you remember this day fifteen years ago when we were on a small fishing boat between Corfu and Mainland Greece

I swam in the clear sandy sea but you stayed on the boat as the shoals of silver fish had unnerved you

There were even turtles swimming below me

Heading towards unknown islands

You are drinking from a bottle of iced water

Beneath the third blue parasol

Before you finish your refreshment I will hear a knock at my door

It will be the advertisement lawyer

I will turn your reflection off

Do not be alarmed

As I do not want to share you

I am yours as you are mine

And if you look up into the hot blue sky

I am sure that you will find me

Just wait for the triangular clouds

 

Forever Viola