As I water my rose garden,
I start to drift away.
The monotony of watering can not hold my dreaming mind at bay.
I can almost smell your cigars wafting in the warm summer breeze.
Playfully tickling my hallucinating nose.
As I start to drift away,
the sound of drums and religious chanting fill the air.
I start to look around and see a crowd of entranced priests singing to their Gods.
I imagine that I’m dancing to the beat of the drums.
Following the hypnotic patterns, into a frenzy of fancy foot work.
I see you among them,
shinning brighter than any star.
I catch your eye and begin to blush.
And just as I was about to kiss you….
A bee stung my butt!
So the images faded quickly as I ran for cover.
So much for day dreaming in the sun…