the cup of tea, feet on skies

by walterdoege

summertime…time of parties…I sit down at my rockingchair…just doing nothing, but sensing the movement…of the loving road…time for some rest…just near the sea…watching the swing of the sea waves…sensing love is my heart…sensing joy in the air…a drizzle day at a summer day…so welcome drizzle…for so hot days…perhaps I falled asleep…slumbering on warm sentiments…slumbering with the parfum of the carnaval party…of my dancing partner…after a while, still noonday…she waked up me…just for share…a cup of tea…my feet upon a hill of books and wear fantasies…she is sliding the shoulders…lifting the hip…such so lovely woman…I am a so lovely dancer…and watching my feet…my feet are upon the clouds…the tea so good…her fondness is such so lovely gift…the cup at my hands…my feet at skies…sleeping for a while…no dreamming…just I felt we dancing beyond the clouds…tea drops at the books…I can also see…my old rockinghorse…roll, my rockinghorse, roll…rolling me beyond my chil reveries…roll, rockinghorse, roll…she is at my side…we togheter fall asleep…waking up early…we are taking a rockinhorse travel…both upon my rockinghorse…such a wonderful trip