A few days ago, you told me that you loved me. I have yet
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
Walls of cream, bear a portrait of a bird and his tie.
We live in a shoe box, and we can’t get our minds around the
It is a tree that melts, and gushes down a hill. It is a
There’s not an egg too hard that you can’t crack. There’s not a
A merry-go-round dances in a pretty pink dress, and I’m dreaming
I have a puppet for all the clowns who make me laugh.
I’d like to feel a beautiful flower against my skin. It’s funny how roses
A stream that runs into a blanket, falls into a cloudy dream. A picture that
Johnny lost a lover, his dearest friend. Johnny’s eyes
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
You might as well stay in bed, cause you don’t have a
I am the child, who sits alone. I write dreams, that