I travel in my mind these days, to places far away,
to hike lofty mountains and walk beside an azure bay.
I hear the rolling ocean and watch as tall palm trees sway,
and rest beside high waterfalls to feel their cooling spray.
I miss the winters Down Unda and walks along the quay,
where Pohutakawa trees bloom in time for Christmas Day.
But, as I begin walking to my favourite café,
a sudden, eerie feeling tells me I’ve not long to stay.
Hearing faint sounds of cawing crows, chicakdees and blue jays,
my weary eyes flutter open, waking me from my daze.