You Dream Poem by Gert Strydom

In Spain you want
to buy a villa
and dream
that we desert away into the world.

That we disappear from here
and go to a foreign place
and stay in a new country
and only you and me
are going there.

That we talk our own language
among people
that does not understand
what we are saying
and you paint great paintings
and I still do not know
what I am going to do there
(maybe fall more
in love with you)
or perhaps
it doesn’t really matter.

l’Envoi
When at a time
we awake from this dream
perhaps things work out better
than what I expect
and we’ll lie next to the Mediterranean,
with a seagull
screaming in our ears
just like here.