Floating hearts

I had a funny dream 
you were standing on the shore
in midst of warm night
in the back of the crowd.
Everyone was dressed up
in early renaissance style
funny little boats
were just floating around.
Then everyone invited
one friend for the vessel
and I couldn't understand 
for what reasons or how. 
They just smoothly sailed off
all together, two by two
but you were standing still

looking through me, through the dark.

I was no more observing

you waited for me to board

and so I came along

I still had to know why. 

You said we need no script
or the reason to float
I tried to make it sound funny

but you didn't laugh at all.

It's then when I recognized

those vague colors of a dream

where the reasons don't matter

for the hearts to feel invited.

John Bramblitt