An Everlasting Dream

We're both in the balcony, snow peaked mountains far away.
Green trees and waterfall, it's a bright sunny day.
There's a book in my hand, the newspapers in yours.
One cup of tea, and a coffee of course.
We're on vacation maybe or our summer house i guess.
It's a vision i've seen from when i can't tell.
Been years for sure, each detail unchanged.
An ideal scene, and a man with no face.