||[Nov. 8th, 2010|10:33 am]
Sometimes in my dreams I'm a child|
or a kitten
and it doesn't matter because I can play until dark
and when the street lights come on I come home to your arms
and am safe;
free to eat blackberries on the rock by the creek in summertime right off the vine
and never gain a pound ‘cos the sugar runs through me and keeps me alive.
In a dream world I am weightless
and you are weightless and we
swim through clouds and float through stars
One time I opened my mouth so wide to sing a song to your hands and your eyes and your hair
that I swallowed a star.
How sweet are the stars right off the vine
I'd pick one for you and the sugar would keep you alive.