dreamcream

A Pint of Dream Ice Cream.
12.27.01

I have a wish for city lights
for the old, cold air
flavored with dreams
that lived and died
and maybe drew a breath in between

To be sophisticated by someone's standards
other than my own
To write poetry that people find a meaning in
to make my words magic

But I am only restless and tireless
in my constant stream of days