more dreams.
I have a few more dreams
left from the half slept slumbers
of bygone years
of days that ran with lightening speed
of nights that stayed for ages till woken
a little heap of dreams
some round some solid some flowing
like that moon you saw last night
through our veins
you and me can call them back
for they are yet unripe
they are green sour beginning to turn pink
let those turn sweet for one final time.
