The Dreams Of The Old Boats

Running by the shiny shipway
Which flows thoughtlessly
Down the marine mirror
Of a ionic waterline

There was a fresh breeze
Strange peace
Tranquility
And there was the Sun

It was even able to warm me up
No longer an enemy
The sight passed by, as pictures running
Playing tag to a sweet roundabout

…..
It was a dream, just a dream
‘Cause only in a dream there’s a fresh breeze
The Sun can warm me up
I wish I could dream it again
(Novembre)