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 battled the room
and wrote to the groom
A circle of dreams
I see how they seem
To whistle and blow
My pilot red glow
What notes do you know?
Which stream do they flow?
You dance and you smile
Birds fly for a mile
To see how you might
Turn a final red light
Into thoughtless 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 