I am sitting at The Last Café
On the beach under the jungle trees
In the dream of the world
In the stream
of the world
While the angel eyes are watching me
From the crown of a tree ...
And above the tropical beach
see four high church candles burning
And still higher up
A woman clad in a long almost white robe
Is a soaring goddess with a white flower
In her right hand ...
Everything is calm and the sea is breathing quietly
I am listening to the waves of the sea turning the pages of time ...
Time has passed, years have gone by. But I am
Still sitting here at The Last Café
Filled by the stream and the dream
Of a never-ending