untitledLet me go awayWith the moon kissing the nightSo peace can find me.
DreamsA house full of stars and cats.A heaven of moons and worlds not yet know,these are my dreams.Pink rabbits the size of giraffes tap dance on tables made of car parts.Toads sing while unicorns and dragons play Twister.I sit and drink tea with Chewbacca and listen to that purple dragon explain why he was late again. Something to do with a griffin and a taxi car.I watch flying fish and poker playing bears.Dreams are something beautiful or pleasing and a vision of hope.Its peaceful and mostly happy.Like flying pigs playing croquet.And fairies dance with shooting stars.Clouds of green cotton candy float by and are slowly being eaten by whales.The Mad Hatter argues with a kewpie doll over who gets to eat cake, while it begins to rain cheese.I stroll down the gardens of my dreams and meet the wonderful creatures who live there.My dreams.A place of safety.A place of wonder.My dreams.My home away from home.
FireFire burning, hot and brightKeep me warm through out the night.Dry brown wood, now charred and blackHissing noises and popping sap.The unmistakable smell of smokeReminds me of a giant Oak.Smoke now raising in the airGraceful like silky hair.Nimble, acrobatic flamesAre deadly, but beautiful yet strangely the same.Slowly dying the flames dancethrowing in one last living chance.But when tomorrows night grows coldThe fire will glow red to light gold.
RosesRoses are red, yellow, white and pink.And as for all violets, are purple I think.So where did it start, when we started to say blue?I cant think of a reason, not a hint, not a clue.Someone just had, just had to be color blind.Personally I think they had a brain of beef that was grind.Oh wait what are these flowers I see?Pink Roses and violets that look blue to me.Maybe Im the one who has the mind made of chowder.So I think Ill just wont shout out this any louder.