There are such things as mermaids, I am sure. How do I know? I’ve seen them in my dreams. Here, Chrome drifts off to sleep on the rolling ocean of his mind and encounters a magnificent specimen, a bewitching siren from the deep and, just as he is about to taste her saltwater taffy lips……. he senses the presence of the reader, and the wondrous creature evaporates. He has such strong feelings for her, though, I expect he just might encounter her again one of these days.
absolutely beautiful! and suitable for framing.
and of course, as robert kennedy once said,
There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why…
I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?
dreamers we be, seraphine..
and how much duller the worlds would be without dreamers.
touched, as well, by your compliment.
smiling.