I want to die in a beautiful dream where the women frolic amongst the snow covered music and worry isn't a feeling.
I want no money for it's value doesn't exist.
I want bountiful delicacies and compassion.
I want to see the sun burn out and the ocean fly.
I want to hear a lifelong song of guitar solos, transient sitar, piano words, and violin emotions.
I want to taste the sweet lips of another after relishing in mint ice cream.
I want to feel my blood flow through my bones and my skin lift from my thoughts.
Oh wait...I just did.
This life is always a great dream compared to none.
Mike Ski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smeard-dreams/
