I honestly don't know now, I could have been dreaming
one hazy September evening, high tide at Port Soif
beautiful clouds on the horizon, pink, lilac, and purple
the sunset glowed scarlet, as the haze drifted off .
So peaceful, so lovely, I sat at a bench
just absorbing the beauty, as the sun slowly sank down
then, a noise, a girl just sat alongside me
smiling, but with a sort of a frown.
"You don't need to travel, . . . to see THIS," I said
with a sweet little voice, she said "Non"
the strangest thing, when I looked again
the bench was empty, the girl was gone.
Tony Bradley
