Dreams Or Delusions
Dreams or delusions - who is to say?
For one may dive ocean's to find her own way,
another may grow wings and fly 'cross the clouds
- to the portal of sound, past the infinite crowds
A butterfly dancer, a fish with tin scales,
who teases the bellies of great balloon whales
by darting the currents in the scattered shard sun
If dreams are delusions, am I dreaming one?
Have I powdered wings or paper ribbed fins
which slice through the top of the ocean's thin skin?
Sinking like leaded lures, brushing the sand
powdery wings melt like paint in my hand
Grow me some aqua lungs, plow through the salt
while time ticks it's liquid sound straight to a halt
Dreams or delusions - who is to say?
Do you tend to fly by the night... in the day???
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