A river of flames runs through the sky of my mind.


Star pines; marionettes, cast deep green silhouettes.


I love making love to the powder-grey canvass of dusk.


Everybody does. Everybody has. You will too.


I wonder at the magical cluster of bumble-bee palms


milking honey from thin air.


I suppose, dear lover, sweet friend,


there are matters in this life we have never even dreamt of.


I see smiles everywhere. Shadows sing in harmony.


And when sapphire skies bid the day good-night,


our universe is put to bed to sleep,


perchance to dream until the next dawn,


when Pele will again stir our slumbering souls


with rumblings from her multinous cauldrons of lava.

11/08/2006