The blue sky, the sunny, seeping, creeping, warmth,
The idle comfort of the warmth upon your limbs,
As you lie back, upon the cushions of the lounger.
Think to yourself, this is the perfect life,
The gentle waft of breeze, gentle upon the skin,
Warmly caressing, lulling, into peace, & wellbeing.
The wonderful warmth, creeping into your bones,
Your whole being, warming, cheering, ...solace.
The sudden, sharp, chill wind,
Slyly, sneaking around the corner, bringing chills,
Nipping ankles, the small exposures of skin.
Cheeks, suddenly chill, red, glowing from cold.
A shadow over the sun. Confusion.
What is reality?
That wonderful warmth, lying in the sunsoaked backyard?
The semi conscious reality of the perfusion of the warmth?
Another reality, with family, cares, worries.
Autumn Dreaming is such Bliss.
BFJ.This is for you.
Roy Orbison, Blue Bayou.