Dreamland beach (Bali)

Scooter spins and twiststhrough afternoon trafficfields pass like lifetimeswith the water buffaloquietly grazing.Sputtering past giant gatesdormant statues wave us inthrough checkpoints, and I’mhalf asleep with your hairin my mouth.We didn’t talk at alljust felt the drum and bassof midnight beach partyknowing this was everythingand nothing.Now sea is aqua, salt surf poundssand and “Dreamland” is theonly way to describe this place,written in hippie blueon faded wood.