Oh Beautiful Dreamer, what is wasted time
But hours submerged ‘neath the intrepid waves
Of your consciousness lapping
The ebb and flow of your wakefulness fleeting
Oh Star-dusted Dreamer
Can we argue with our destinies?
Can we delay the appointed hour
And can music roll away our madness?
Of tin-pan saucers and sauce-panned eyes
Of baby’s breath into a video-camera screen.
We live. We Dream. We Make. We Believe
You and I both. Carving out our spaces in the
Eternal density we call Time.
