To dream a life in Alice Blue
Sometimes like foam so light,
Sometimes a sparkle, sometimes two,
In Eyes for my delight.
(I have a question of sublime
Metaphysics of the Time...?!)
To dream a line of Shocking Pink
Of Lips forgotten in desire,
To write a verse, ethereal ink
Will become ice, then fire.
(Another question : Can you race
With metaphysics of the Space?!)
To dream now a Cerulean dream,
Within a real illusion
It is like staring at the gleam
Vibrating in a cold, cold fusion.
(And THE question - Tempting Lie:
Metaphysics of the "I" / Eye...)