Across the ocean

Europe is still
on the other side
of the ocean,
so I shut my
bedroom door
and draw the
curtains, and
just listen to the
wind blow outside
so I can pretend
that I'm somewhere
more beautiful
than here.
I've been paging
through memories
and they're keeping
me awake,
though some of
them do have
a certain warmth.
It's nice to let
my spirit drift
through alpine
mountains that
exist only in my
mind.
They're beautiful
at this time of year.
(It's summertime
inside of me)
I'd like to go
back to that
little village
in Switzerland
down in the
valley with the
waterfall.
I'd like to sit
on the roof of
the hotel
and take in
the European night.