i had a dream
i was making you a coffee
your daughter was there
we’ve been on holiday in jamaica
she said
the trees outside
are not as green as
jamaica
i kept grinding the coffee

its good to see you
i said, we talked about sailing
and holidays
we were in a ships galley
sailing over green hills

i woke up in my dream
and you were gone
it had been good
to see you

i woke up from my dream
it was a blissful dream
i woke up feeling blissful
if i could dream of
making you coffee every night
all my mornings
would be such sunlight