Dreams Part 2

A fairytale, commercial. Raining onto minds window sill An unfathomable deep. Abominable monster on Life's seven seas. Dreams, the valuable current sea. A two edged sword for those sailing on the razors edge. Balancing on it's journey. They can bring us under the spell of the Sirens that lay naked, unfulfilled, singing of blatentcy lungs in swell. Scooped magic from. Well. Baring grins and teeth that virus reVamped pyres of passions piracy. Witches of our own conjuring. Beckoning for your release. Dreams. Wholly, Water on the brain, licking in serendipity. As it pleased. To fashion a firmament, a figurehead, pornographically toteming- Abreast of it's tease. Everlasting return, returning, reoccurring. That of- the rock-altar we cling to. That deserted forge calling us back to esteem the tooling of it's use. Of placebo form, ethereally born. Chartering smoke signals- ritually awakened in the atmosphere that you draw from. A desperate plea. For counterparts to see. As the waves inundate you with the salt of it's mesmerizing sting. Dreams are intangible tools- for those who thirst at an oasis- One that drools into the mouth of madness. Cups of drinking. Unquenchable thinking. Wandering in wondering Wondering if wandering will bring the wonders we wand them to be. Dreams. Mind Genie; With hourglass smoking lamp; A reality burn, fueled by illusion, fire staunching your brain with soulstamp. Dreams, where the Fool is King. And a Super-tramp. ~Jude Fernando Herrick