Starfish and coffee, maple syrup and jam, butterscotch clouds, a tangerine, a side order of ham; if you set your mind free baby maybe you'd understand.. - Prince

This morning I wrote a poem. I felt it made sense. I wanted to do so many things, I wrote a poem.

Blowing bubbles at the Clouds

..dreaming of a higher dream, one that compares to organic majesty.

bottling tear drops in rain barrels feeling the depth of emotions ocean.

blowing bubbles at the clouds,

watching phases pass through continuously dreaming of you. answering questions asked of me looking for more freedom than feeling free loving you, you loving me.
blowing bubbles at the clouds, time passes change changes perspective. A pirouette? A cigarette?

Dorothy? Dancing and spinning through smokey haze until clear is the gaze of lights flicker I think so much quicker when love guides my flight.

blowing bubbles at the clouds, feeling stranded next to you is where I wanted to be, collecting images of what's real between you and me. Being somone else and somewhere else until here is where I am.

Yes ma'am, I am the solitary girl on her mountain top blowing bubbles at the coulds until hope is where we can all live and misery ceases to exist. Who knows where else love will take us, maybe far away from here if only in the mind.

My moods no mood to phase us only in moods can we grasp the moment encapsulated for understanding like balloons of hellium filled.

Only dreams going where they belong. Atmospheres away from here the place I want to show you. Salvation, ah yes, devotions destiny. Loving love has indeed enlightened me.

Tiny voices and giggles here a heaven unlike a haven envisioned. Prisms trick the eye. Periferials distort with no reason for retort. No explaination.

Blowing bubbles at clouds.

Oui, je sais

Today I don't need a replacement, I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant, my heart going, boom boom boom - P.Gabriel


"Morality, has very little to do with sex." _C.Jacks