Siesta

Siesta of the day
I take into my arms
Blue clouds and white wind
Swaying on the hammock in the breeze
Shaded by the boughs of hashish trees
My pipe is puffed in afternoon
Its smoke to lure you to my dreams
Where entangled we stilled lie
But only in my mind
On silken sheets of sundown beams
Afloat a gleaming azure sky

Ideas of March, 1997
(desmond)

For Carol T.