I once dreamt of a
stoic bath tub
that overflowed with
marvelous singing waves
turning again and again
over the marble while
the lion paws stretched
their talons just like
a mighty winged beast
would stretch its claws
and both were washing
their feet in the over
pour of soapy water
and many always questioned
whether or not they looked different
in the light that
poked through the
deep purple drapes
that hid the room
from the world which
was always trying to
sneak a peak at the
golden frames of the
glass pool which reflected
the silver trimmings of
a great bath tub that
I once smiled about
in a nightmare