Part III - Vision By the River

My sweetheart and I are staying in a little cabin by a willow-banked rio in the juniper red hills of north New Mexico.

I hear the music before I see the lights winking among the trees, "Come this way."

To a faded blue van, decorated like a circus; the carnival accordion louder as I approach.
A rectangle of bright light frames the play
Inside the velvet darkness of the night.
I see a mermaid and a frowning fish, something glittering gold.

It was all absurd, yet seemed to belong as much as the red dust, dry leaves and rustling rio. This scene, that existed only in my mind's eye and ear, made me smile, lifted my heart and inspired me.