South Pacific

Like I'm in Tahiti, Moorea-Maiao or Bora Bora with a glass window in my bungalow's floora floora. Looking at the back lighting against the Pacific blue waters. As the fishes float by, hoping my chum drops close by for them to nibble and eat as I float fast to sleep. After a day on the jet skis and parasailing in the sky, my eyelids reflect a Pacific blue.

Two steppin on teak planks, headed to my bungalow, ready to lay my head on the pillow though, that's my party resort on the homefront. My nightstand holds the Fiji waters and the ambiance to deliver these aquavelvet dreams. But, the true dream come true rests her head beside mine. She is the maker of my visions, she is my dream catcher. Sign me up for jet skis, snorkeling, scuba diving as long as she is mine and mine is hers. I'm straight like 9:15, yeard.

The view of the blue hue on my nightstand is my slice of a true dreamscape. It's a mood, its tone puts me in a zone.