You dreamt about my poem... the poem I dedicated to you, that's why you were on a beach, where turtles lay their eggs and in France :)

He came from Sirius B

A galactic knight

mighty like a titan

who could break your head

and rip your chest

to make bangles with your guts

in the blink of an eye

But he was vegetarian

so he couldn’t understand

why baby turtles died

with bellies full of plastic

just a few weeks after

their mum had laid the eggs

in the warm sand

He was the most evolved

amongst all the creatures

in any of Darwin’s islands

and as he circled his garden

of damaged human minds

philosophising and beating the bush

a star was dying

in a cardboard sky

and a young couple was making love

in some sunny place in France

but the only remarkable thing

the only truth

is that they were young.