In the crimson haze of an unexpected day,
I dreamt of things I recalled along the way:
Pink violets and red roses on perfumed paper
Scents of rust and smells of misty vapor:
I listened to the sun as it slid into the air,
Of ceramic gnomes that sit and stare,
Of humpbacked whales and warty toads,
Of dusty paths and wandering roads:
I dreamt of times when life was gay,
Of special conversations of the day,
Of silent ponds and verdant trails,
Of rhythmic poems and mystic tales:
I dreamt of places near and far,
Of rumbling waves and a shooting star,
Of times when I was not so gray,
Of balmy winds on a summer day:
I dreamt of times when we were together,
Of happy picnics in the warm weather,
Of gazing at bright stars at evening time,
Of the aroma of Rosemary and scented, Thyme.