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What Dreams Are Made Of ...

Turquoise blues guitars

Laughing baby elephants (that paint)

Melodies singing lullabies to sleepy baby elephants

(tired from painting all day)

Blank canvases full of blackberries on the inside

The antidote to love

All the dotes that didn't get doted

And all the ones that did

Playing badminton in the backyard of Cupid's summer home in Manarola

The ruby that died to make Dorothy's slippers

And the shortest hair from the Lion's tail

Wine filled grapes

Water balloons filled from hot springs and melted mountain snow

Two spokes from Steve McQueen's "Great Escape" motorcycle

Three kisses from Ilsa Lund

And a smile from Sabrina Fairchild

Tom Robbins' typewriter (it's magic)

A flying dragon

A dragonfly (grounded for not doing her homework)

Jenny's phone number

The pillow that hit the floor at Cecilia's that afternoon

The third stair from the top of the Stairway to Heaven (best view)

One of the lost souls swimming in a fish bowl

And a grain of salt from the sea the other is swimming in

An olympic size pool full of melted crayons

A vile of sweat from the ever fleeing muse

A refrigerator the size of Rhode Island

Full of magnificent lines of magnetic poetry

Poetry (all of it)

The monster under the monster's bed

Every foul ball ever caught by any kid

Hammocks (any and every)

The cardboard boat that never stopped sailing down the gutter of the world

The secret to everything

(kept securely under the bed of the monster, under the monster's bed)

Santa's real address (you won't believe this)

The blue ink from the blueprints of Atlantis

Golf carts with no maximum speed

The energy dust left from dancing, hugging and smiling

Freshly climbed trees

A warehouse the size of Antarctica completely filled

Wall to wall with raw, unfiltered laughter

Beer

Everything that was left on the field

Passionate embraces and embracing a passion

Apology free, but full of forgiveness

The wild of the wilderness

The tame of the un-tame

Language

Intuition

Conception

First kisses, waves and winks

Goodbye hugs and thrown in kitchen sinks

Art

Music

Pain

Puddles that have been danced in under pouring rain

Empty film cans

Films on screens

All of these ingredients

Are what makes up

Dreams

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jack-piatt
American
Published
Mar 6, 2014
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(c) Jack Piatt 2014

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#poetry#life#dreams#happiness
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