Sipping on tea, from old Ceylon.
This lazy day’s, all but gone.
I’m changing things around again.
Thinking I’m yesterdays craftsmen.
Putting dreams up, taking walls down.
Wandering around in my morning gown.
Daydreaming again, oh, her in this room.
Writing silly words, about sun and moon.
Feeling lost within this empty saloon.
Wishing for her to reappear soon.
Replacing the sofa, for her to see.
Reclining she would, so relaxed and free.
Oh this void, she left alone for me.
Returning she said, to share a Ceylon tea.