A dream passing through my thought, to it I become alive,
in her yellow satin bikini, my love, walks across the beach
on the water's edge she stands looking back
thinking I'd join her, for now, forget other things.
I am in the spell of a dream that keeps on enticing me for long.
Strong scent of whisky and tobacco, encircles me like a cloud
the breeze gossips about it and spreads the word around
the girl in the table next, knowingly smile, still pretends reading
all of us, my love, I, the girl belonging to someone, smoking non stop
are lost, marooned here, still we are floating on a bubble each
others hardly notice, each has a dream still vague, kept on hold
half formed, unknown still or in different states of existence.
But a voice mysterious, whispers this in my ears:
"Aren't we all still in a past dream?"
Aren't we all mere reflections of us
lived in dreams millions of light years away?