Dream Maker

The dream maker is in the house

A bad substitution for an estranged spouse

With imagery and quiet as a mouse

Like a beautiful body in a pink blouse,

The dream maker has drifted in

No need in asking where you’ve been

Three in the morning with stubble on my chin,

Now the psychedelic images begin,

The dream maker knows not time and space

The sleeping mind is the magical place

A momentary escape form the human race

All my worries gone without a trace,

Somewhere a place where I can go

As vapor-like as several feet of snow

As magnificent as a cosmic light show

A sanctuary from ever present sorrow,

There’s no other form of escape

In a world forever scarred and raped

My senses captivated on this ethereal landscape

I wish I could record the journey on tape,

The broken heart seems forever in disrepair

Wondering whoever really cared

No matter the lofty view from there

A ghostly panorama if you dare,

Waking up is the only thing wrong

Like the ending of some fabulous song

How can life go on without love for so long?

The dream maker’s guided tour until dawn.