If I Could Afford a Dream

I’ll go to some faraway place, On a lovely, isolated beach, at sunset, And watch the fiery solar ball Disappear over the limitless horizon. Look, the waves are rhythmically opalescent, The azure billows changing to carmine red And then to misty white as the foam Dissolve upon the fine citron sand. I’d lay myself upon a comfy hammock, Watch baby turtles swim in shallow sea, Or feel the saliferous sweet breeze Waft leisurely over the windblown dunes. Perhaps I’d languidly sway myself into a divine nap Until the sacred drums resonate with native music. The smell of finely cooked paella chicken Would whiff into my nostrils. Time to eat. I wake and fry a couple of eggs In my forlorn, unkempt kitchen. I can only afford a dream.