Steam Dream 

Mighty crown 
I feel like a clown 

Those tender drops 
of words that I drown 

In bottles of gloom 
Soft velvet balloon 
I wrote to the groom 
And battled the room 

A circle of dreams 
I love how they seem
To whistle and blow 
My pilot red glow 
You know how it flows  

You dance and you smile 
Birds fly for a mile 
To see how you might 
Turn the final red light 
Into a fight and a flight 

Stop now to think 
Don’t loose it and sink 

The vision of one
An elephant bond 
Between you and me
Is just meant to be 
A hot heavy cloud 
That steam us out loud 

Photo from Cinecittá in Rome by Karin Grand

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s