It was a Dream within a Dream
Within a Dream Within a Dream
A Dream full of Exotic Colours
I once read that an African explorer
Took a Grand Piano into a desert
Whether this is true or not
Is open to question
The Trade Birds have told me
That piano music can be clearly heard
As they fly over the Northern Deserts
So I tend to believe this tale
The beach is full of many colours
Parasols Gazebos and Lazy Chairs
I have just passed Alexine Tinne
She invited me to share high tea
On the low steps facing the sea
Lemon Salt Honey