Dream Voyages In Blue

Shoulders of lead Toothpicks for lids Iris in aqua in sensory grids Moments of hours Breathing to spin Voyage of brainwaves to spiral me in Black and white memories airbrushed in blue One of the hour on the day I met you Sensory sleeping there by my side with armloads of toothpicks and eyes open wide Waking is stagnant except when in dreams where waking is not quite as bad as it seems Tops are just bottoms and bottoms are tops to taste and to hear 'till the orchestra stops They will play on while we swallow the sky with a laugh as we blink we've got blue in our eyes Shoulders of lead Toothpicks for eyes to dream stay awake brings your tears to my eyes...