Dream
Ó 1992  Anthony Congiano

Dream that you’re drifting

In a sea made of glass

Now dream yellow cat’s eyes

To watch you sail past

Then see you’re pure evening

Cry gold from the sky

Dream you’re ship darting

Command it cunning and sly

A torch for you’re beacon

And net the sharp sea

Fish out the it’s riches

Dream this for me

Chrome plated fingers

To snatch up your ship

Bloody lips thirsting

It’s tongue licks and sips

The sea’s darkest angle

Holding a grudge

Dream it secures you

Can’t move or budge

Dream it does cut you

Then in half you do fly

Then sink to the bottom

Lie murky and die