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