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