the bees are sharing their dreams
with me
and I want to know what
it feels like to rob a bank,
to run naked through the moonlit garden,
compose a sonata,
stare up into trees
then pause to listen to blue birds singing,
the bees are sharing their dreams with me, today
and I want to run with the bulls
in Pamplona
I want to remember
time insane
when untamed dreams
ran wild
in the dim light
of a room without windows
desperado,
purple eyeshadow and lips
dancing through misty memory,
she comes
quiet midnight settling in her eyes
bare foot waif, never kind...
the thief of my dreams