Daydream

The memory’s taking me back
To that lovely day in New York,
Where the grass was warm in the yard
And Marilyn was funny and hot.

We were sitting together
And drinking ice tea.
It was a beautiful weather,
Trees were loosing their leaves.

I remember telling her a story
How uncertain the future is.
Will the country be marching in glory?
People finally living in peace?

If the stock market ever drops down
Dragging down lots of people with it?
Planet Earth hear the galaxy sound,
Or the music have different beat?

Conversation was graceful and quiet,
Seems she wasn’t too bored with it.
She was loudly laughing with diamonds,
At times, crying the diamond tears...

We were happy and innocent creatures
And did not really know the faith.
But both seen real life with features:
In the end it will turn out great.

That day never happened to me
But it ran through my brain so clear:
Like the autumn was blooming in York
And Marilyn was really here.