I Dream of Thailand

Air floating sinuously sets in motion the Asian morn. It
Puffs hot kisses to awaken me to an exotic world where
Ancient temples speak to the daylight of heaven’s skies.
Lazy moves, silent and yielding to the moment,
Compel me to give up the good visions of sleep
And rise up to breathe the air of one day further.
Full of motion and movement, songs of love
Sung from every soul that emerges come alive,
Making life expel its mysteries one more time
In the land of which I dream: it is the land of ancient
Kings and riddling tongues proclaiming the matchlessness
That is in every sweet moment when I dream of Thailand.