Daydream Tango

Daydream Tango.
(Dancing under a southern moon)

Resting in the shade of that ancient tree,
which had shaded both Christian and Moor.
Transparent grey blue shadows, roaming free
Dappled shimmering shapes, lazily explore
Every dusty corner of that antique place.
Beyond this welcome shade, heat, vivid light
Expands in all directions through timeless space
That deepens to eternal star splattered night.

Dozing lethargic, soporific aromas flowing,
Invade my idle contemplations, warm citrus
On cooling breeze from tideless sea blowing.
Slipping eager into the realm of Morpheus.

In the cool stillness of an upstairs room
A radio plays a seductive tango, rising desire
Stifled by languor drifts unstoppable to resume
In daydreams, where wishful passions are afire.
Fantasy merges with reality as drowsy eyes
Close, spirit cedes to that melancholy tune.
Suddenly soul enwrapped, transported flies
To Buenos Aires, dancing under a southern moon.