Coco Dreams of Ganymede

The water is perfect calm.

The moon is nearly doubled, a rise and then a fall,

and everyone in town is sleeping.

The branches are bent low.

The sky has turned a blacker blue, and darker still below

where my green eyes are shining.

The poet’s crown is torn,

and all the ripened fruit imprisoned by the thorn,

but justice, in the night, is watching.

So make no apology for the frenzy of your dreams.

And dream with me, dream with me, dream with me

tonight, and dream eternally.