lucid dreams create fluid rings
that spirit fingers slip through while traveling to..

a dimly lit ballroom
where i walked to a balcony overlooking vineyards, through the fog
saw courts which gave view to the moon
which gives light to the hills
which span to the sands of Arabian desert
where white horses watch clouds run
miles later i notice a lake where dreams surface from
it tapers to a creek, underneath a bridge where he lives
kids tend to be kids, and throw stones at his crib
but he counts sheep, and goes where his state of awareness is

his:

lucid dreams form fluid rings
that the spirit fingers wear to take me anywhere

to:


the view from a penthouse suite, and it holds this
a cocktail dress, two tickets in the left grip
Virginia slim, pressed between her lips, has a gold tip
squint from a distance, her olive eyes blow a slow kiss
her heart skips, 'cause the table from which she sniffs
has a telephone, which rang so she quickly sprang
she's in a rush, so i asked her where i stand
she exposed her back, showing all the destinations dreams can land
then she asked what idea i came from
in the question stood a lesson, so i asked her the same one
turns out she came from a wealthy dream
and now she's miserable, wants to go back to having nothing
i told her if we sleep tonight
we can probably catch a flight
she disrobed, and that midnight..
we rode.

lucid dreams storm through the strings
the lute that pings the melody to our lullaby..
saw cuts the lumber, sheep jump the fence
your Z's turn to binary code, haven't slept much since.