They Float Islands Here
Pink Floyd is playing in the after-sun
They gather in crushed velvet bikinis, torn or tie-dyed shorts and other garb to distinguish a new generation.
I dreamed of floating islands but days before and here in Homeric lands they do indeed float islands behind the near-mist of the early evening
My skin is shouting of the day’s earlier power and sun
Now music makes the fun and islands are on the run