Hot Cinnamon Tea
I had a dream of you last night
A brilliant moon, silver light
On a pink sand beach in Hamilton
Or maybe it was the Caribbean
Wherever it was, it was somewhere warm
The surf in true sonata form
Flowed then stopped then ebbed again
We walked until I knew not when
And then right there in front of me
Were two guitars of filigree
We sat and played our newfound prize
Until the sun began to rise
We stood to greet the coming dawn
Then all at once the dream was gone
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