Spending Time Together (Prose)

As I sit this morning sip my coffee, thinking about a lovely small island nation. A house perched high on a hill- top over looking the bay. Beautiful balconies surrounding it. Boats emerging in and out of the harbor. The sun is brightly shinning. You are there enjoying the view. As day is ending this someone sits looking at the moonlight enjoying a bit of favorite wine writing wonderful poetry. Poetry about a lover just next door, an arms length away. but out of touch. If I had a magic carpet, I would meet you there in your moonlight we would laugh, talk about old times when we were all together It would be my pleasure friend Good night