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
Karin Grand 