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Saw you in a dream last night.
Dark-skinned Nubian beauty,
Radiant brown eyes
Never saw a woman
More beautiful than you
Siren-like, I felt the lure
Kissed me in the dream
And the kiss, the kiss …
Unlike any ever
I wanted more
But the dream ended
And you haven’t been
In any of my dreams since
Were you real or imaginary
Some astral angel
Did our dreams intersect
Most pleasurably
Come back and
Let’s kiss again
Bob Boyd
I’m wondering what Jimmy Buffet is doing in the afterlife.
Is he singing and doing concerts for all those people in the Great Beyond?
And does his music and vocals sound better there?
Is he getting drunk on heavenly bliss in some kind of ecstatic Margaritaville?
Is he living on a beach next to an ocean of unconditional love and eternal bliss?
Is he able to get any of those Golden-era guitars he collected there?
Are there legions of parrot heads and even angel fans in his neck of the afterlife?
And is it 5 O’clock somewhere there or is time nonexistent?
Or is it 5 O’clock everywhere on some ethereal, eternal clock?
Tell me true if you’re a psychic, a medium, or a seer.
Bob Boyd
We’re all just people trying to make out way through this world
Some of us don’t get too far, dead before we barely start
Some of us meet terrible fates, wounded, murdered, debilitated
Some of us have twisted terrible lives, harder challenges
I was one of those people with a twisted terrible life
Undeservedly, a stroke of grace, a powerful spiritual experience
Lit the way for me to find a better way through this world
Now that my life is almost done, I’m looking forward to
Making my way through the higher, greater life
That white light spiritual experience remade me for.
Bob Boyd