The home of inchoate dreams
tripled love, rippling exuberance
is waiting for me and me alone.
Not mansion but delirious home
set against the wretched rich palace
waltzing like whipped strawberries
plopping me over the incandescence
unpursing my lips and love
rolling the pen between my fingers
I moved my titillating musings
to that home accompanying zest and trust.
Beats mingle with chatter
harmony jingles with laughter
fantasy remains unclattered
in the serene ecstasy of life.
Clouds of dream drift and
sway under the rows of
mottled wind chimes
to this home let me tie
the sleeve note of symphony.