The Persistence of a Dream

They fancy a Caribbean vacation;
It’s January after all, and they
Subsist within a colder northern nation
And crave that sand and sun a flight away.
And so they put their credit down and buy
Two tickets to a land of peach ice cream;
It’s in a week, and they can’t wait – they fly
Each night into their equatorial dream.
He dreams of Dedalus caught in old Crete
With waxen wings made for his freedom flight,
And she of young Snow White entrapped in sleep
Who knows a kiss and its daybreak delight.
And though they have to deal with snow delays,
Lost luggage and some rain, they catch some rays.