20: Cabana Blue

A sweet sip of Kakigori tea, To lounge on sand-crusted sheets.

Some chilly breeze rustles the trees, While the tides lap at my feet.

The hazy clouds float like a dream, As the cold of night threatens sweet sleep.

Here under my cabana blue sheltering, Delays the crawling dark of reality.

Yet deep in my heart lies a conscious nagging, Which I hear but not heed-

Forever fearing the breakage of my lucid wishings.