Somewhere deep in my labyrinthine mind
That I can’t reach with a conscious map.
Strawberry kisses and blue jeans,
The bewitched air under the august sun,
Whiffs of your smile, your caressing eyes-
And the forgotten taste of a rainbow dream.
I don’t know if you know
Our paths still cross on the other side of life.
The chance encounters in the dead of night
When the sandman visits my bed,
Sprinkling diamond dust
Of evenings half an age ago.
And as I sink into oblivion,
I wound my way sometimes,
To that parallel universe
Of our strawberry kisses and blue jeans.