STORY/ SCENARIO: A bored office worker imagines his soul taking leave of his body and flying away to a sparkling city by the sea.
VARIATIONS: None
When morning comes to a close,
Noon draws me into a doze.
Far from this body I stray:
Temptations lure me away.
Fantasising sweetly,
I depart completely.
Waves crashing far down below,
Shorewards the sea-breezes blow.
First ships, then people appear -
Heaven, I'm finally here!
Laughter and commotion
Swell beside the ocean.
Hope and good fortune abound -
Pricks every ear then a sound:
Rapt faces glance from afar,
Lulled by a lonely guitar.
Sing me through the summer,
Solitary strummer!
Pink blush the sky and the foam;
Blood-red the sun hurries home.
I drown in pleasure, and then
Wake bound in flesh once again,
Smiling with derision:
Life is but a vision!