I had the dream last evening 
The Elders all were there 
Cloaked in hooded garments 
Electricity in their hair 
They carried water candles 
That flickered cobalt blue 
And bedroom eyes could not disguise 
The evil they would do 
While looming in the distance 
The silhouetted hills 
Were hosting all the victims 
And counting up the kills 

The sunset streaked a vapor trail 
Upon a water color sky 
The night folded its wings around me 
As I discovered I could fly 
I soared above the houses 
Through cotton candy skies 
The frightened children watching 
My image passed across their eyes 
While screaming in their bedrooms 
The women loved their pain 
I lost my grip on heaven 
And fell to earth again 

The smell of fear engulfed me 
It came down from on high 
Although I tried to run away 
My legs would not comply 
I felt upon my shoulder 
A bony lifeless hand 
It churned a chill inside me 
And made me understand 
“Ignorance hides in the darkest places 
And feeds its poison to its young 
You are the chosen one” 

Somehow I escaped him 
And headed for the sea 
Across a field of broken mirrors 
Reflecting everything but me 
I walked across the water 
And came upon a boat 
Where Moses and Picasso 
Were trying to stay afloat 
One was painting flowers 
The other skipping stones 
When I asked them to explain 
They cried, “Leave us alone!” 


I hitchhiked back to Ixtlan 
That painter stole my van 
The locals in Atlantis 
Were all working on their tan 
And when I tried to warn them 
My teeth fell from my mouth 
A Snowstorm was approaching 
So I headed south 
The crowd had just descended 
On the beach at Normandy 
Where Hitler joined Queen Mary 
To have a spot of tea 

Now all of this confusion 
Made perfect sense to me 
It was a revelation 
A truth I had to see 
The Painter and the Prophet 
Got married later on 
And took their honeymoon 
On the shores of Balaton 
The water from the candles 
Turned the Ocean cobalt blue 
The burnt electric air 
Gave my lungs a death tattoo