Oh I had a dream again about butterflies,
bubblegum and your mom
In it we were floating, yeah we were flying
Wings made of cherry and perriwinkle gauze
Swimming ‘twixt shimmery cotton candy clouds
Stealing a taste on the fly
Seedless watermelon bubblegum glued to the ceiling
Binding the cosmos together
Holding your mom’s hand swerving ’round the sun
Darting first in and then out of the of the stars
Blueberry syrup dripping from Jupiter
And soap suds laughing popping silvery like the moon
~WoodMaiden~
April 23 2004
(This one's really ooold)
