My life is just a dream In universal flow, And matter but a stream That only time can slow. The hours are swiftly flowing. The time of youth has passed. I don’t know where I am going, But I’m going there fast.
My cup of tea is steeped in deepest lore, From olden times in lost, exotic lands – The stuff of ardent scenes since days of yore. I hold a cup of legend in my hands. Reposed upon my thoughts as on a throne, Beneath a tropic jungle’s misted light, In visions of fragrant haze, I am shown Incense scent from some ancient temple height. Sweet wisps of Gypsy secrets at my lips, I recollect the wealth of friendships past, Dispelled to naught, like vaporizing ships, ‘Cross seas of mystery and romance vast. With kindred souls I sip, and muse, and dream, And sail away on wafts of sultry steam.