bright side of the moon

we went sailing yesterday.
bob had been out since 10 in the morning.
he picked me up at the dock at 6.

there was a fair breeze,
not too fierce,
nor too slight.

on the smaller lake
we headed due west, into the sun
that had begun its then slow descent.

behind us a regatta was circling a small spot on the water
like sharks circling chum but not striking
bob asked if i saw some glint of gold in their sails

the word gold triggered the memory of an old song from childhood
fitting the perfection of the moment
and i softly started singing, "mansion over the hilltop"

"i'm satisfied with
just a cottage below
a little silver, and a little gold..."

my back propped to the side of the cabin opening
i sang and perused cloud configurations behind the boat
from where we had come and to either side.

the clouds were wispy and placed here and there
with undulations and blotches.
my imagination set sail.

then yes! and yes! and yes again!
as my eyes moved from daylight constellation to daylight constellation.
i saw them, congregating across the sky

Dragons.

verse interrupted i barely whispered
"there are dragons in the sky"
bob said what?

i said "there are dragons in the sky"

he made no comment, sailing on
looking ahead.
within a few heartbeats he exclaimed, "Look at that!"

i turned around towards where we were headed
it was a wispy configuration
and set within its heart was a triangle-shaped prism
with all of the colors of the rainbow set out clearly

o y i
r r e g n v
e a l r b d i
d n l e l i o
g o e u g l
e w n e o e
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just like the prism on pink floyd's dark side of the moon album
only instead of a black background
it was bright blue with a wisp of white.