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
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
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
