The Only Breed

I smoked my pipe and I found some dreams stuck in a seam. The ancients lifted me up and I saw through crystallize glass. As I looked the seams popped and scattered into a great mass. The dreams were set free from my light of a shiny bright beam. Now I have flashing darts in my eyes that shine as I will deem. Now I am looking at you and you and you as green as the grass. But that’s okay because now my eyes can gloss you up as brass. Eventually, I will find a light inside of you with a sparkly gleam. My visions are set up forth, Free and clear with a deed. Look to the Star of the North, You shall find my only breed. Be this to you or be this to me, Scattered dreams in you I see. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007