A friend of mine confided in me his dream of owning a book store on a Caribbean island some day. He is a lover of Jimmy Buffet music, and I wrote this for him. Trying to capture the Buffetesque atmosphere and his dream of the Caribbean bookstore. Dedicated to Bebop4U2. I hope you follow your dream Bebop!

An online acquaintance of mine recently passed away. We were AOL chatroom hosts in a forum called the HUB, in a room called Urban Legends. One of the chats we hosted was a poetry chat called Urban Legends'Coffee House. It was a two hr block of guests' original poetry. When he passed away we had a special Coffee House in his honor, and this is the poem I composed in honor of Odain.

When I was a chat host on AOL the chat room I hosted in was a very tight- knit group. We formed bonds that last until this day. :} This was specifically written for all my friends from Urban Legends.

How many of us have sat in front of the monitor, or the typewriter for hours! Blinking, blank, staring. Only to have our Muse tap at our creativity just before we fall over that edge of sleep. I think my Muse lives for just that kind of annoyance.

Anyone who has ever been in love, knows the wonderful feeling of holding hands and sitting side by side. Watching a sunset, or a moonrise, or the tide coming in. Just being. Just being together. Even if being together means having faith in tomorrow.

Did you ever feel so much emotion, so much intensity, so much love for someone, that you can not, ever, adequately express it to them? I have. It is wonderful. Dedicated to my own true love and to yours.

Two lovers spend a day on a picnic, a romp under God's blue sky, and a sip of ice- cold champagne. Yum

I wrote this in a pit of quiet desperation. So alone. So many obstacles in my future. All I could do was cry. And in my life, I have to hide to cry.

What happen happens in those final hours, final moments of life? What personal dreams do we rekindle? And who takes us from this world to the next? I was musing about this when this poem was born.