Dreams I
dancing through my dreams
are vibrant coloured pools
and birds on speaking roundabouts
baked bread that fills a room
lustful admirations
and candy tasting beans
an alien chanting beat songs
with electric tambourines
flashing silk espresso cups
and a tiny frozen hand
mother and father caressing me
while faraway a land
three-eyed newts and goblins
from a book I never read
and a wise old man recounting
my dreams to me instead
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2009-03-31 at 14:35
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