All at sea

Tonight I'm "all at sea / where no-one can bother me" - sipping in the breeze as the silence of a kiss. Drinking on the beach, watching the sunset and the sunrise, singing songs of make-believe... and dreaming dreaming dreaming away :-) see you there - or see you when I return.

So fly away Peter and fly away Paul - from the finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high heel boots calls.
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain - if I'm so patently unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way - and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all.
(Jethro Tull, One White Duck)