If you can dream it!!

Teak angles in my line of sight, a runner saunters in,
He’s got a parcel in hand, the rustle of something grand,
The ferns in silver silos reflect the polished marble tiles,
But where have I gone missing, gone missing in these files?

Today I ran the Hudson, and saw its panoramic views,
I held fast on blistering marches, arctic mesmerizing hues,
I bobbed with lunar forces, saw the world in green and blue,
Then I drove my polished Bentley and had my evening meal with you.

I took lessons from Chet Atkins and now the ladies swoon,
I leapt miles with gifted Neo and he told me, ‘there’s no spoon’
We run the sod just me and zizou and I see magic in his form,
Then I unwind in my Jacuzzi with the water set to warm.

These candid verses are all we have, let these anecdotes endure,
And you can play the tambourine when the Mike Rotch go on tour,
But if our lives were set to music, we’d hear leads at every turn,
They’d be cowbells, harps and fallen dresses, they’d be cause for some concern!

Azam Noon '09.