Dreamslider

ride a comet,
ride a star,
tell no stranger
who you are,

paint a rainbow,
paint a cloud,
don't go near
that brutish crowd,

days are thoughts,
nights are dreams,
life is never
what it seems,

fly the sunset,
fly the moon,
have those times
that end too soon,

its all a quilt
of patchwork lines
a canvas smeared
with vital signs.

1977