Emotional dreamer

Dreams because of emotions

Colorful boundaries explain why

the memory sleeps only with the angels

Not even a pinch awakens one

from a disaster of solitude

Psychedelic memoirs

written in a leather-bound photo album

solicited only  the forlorn and destitute

when high tides cease

Life still exists on Mars

Just not to the naked eye are the naked

But which eye counts

when the beholder can’t count the sheep

that will jump into the waiting pond of fluidity

Rapid movement means little later

when the tongue is tied

Even warm milk simply masks the pain

Honey and cinnamon

adds spice to life