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...
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