A trip to tropical islands

I feel that somewhere far away

someone is hying on hot sand

the ocean sings a quiet song

and runs to him just like a dog

and when I focus my mind's eye

I see two women nearby

carressing gently the man's neck

motionless as if he slept - as if he slept

I see a waiter in white tails

to the lying man he sails

he slowly puts down a frosted glass

he has his trouser-legs turned up - that's right

I'm sensing

another life

I'm dreaming

when something

wakes me up

I look at

falling snow

that's nothing

I'm happy just to know

oh you can sip through coloured straws

the time so lazy hot and slow

I sense although I haven't tried

exotic tastes of cloudless skies

I'm sensing

another life

I'm dreaming

when something

wakes me up

I look at

falling snow

that's nothing

I'm happy just to know

and I can hear although I don't

the melody of someone's song

I guess It is the ocean breeze

which plays the swaying palms and sings