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