I know you in the dark

dreaming loud and singing soft

your picture show tells everything

circus clowns and high-class poodles

are the only ones

who seem to understand

melting in my hands

you taste so sweet to listen to

and so hard to bite

hush these lambs are dreaming now

hopping over fences

we could never keep

and their dreams will tell us everything

all the awkward funny pieces

gracefully fit in to my image again

melting from this body

this piece tells me to hold on to it

so tight----

ropes above our dream clouds

and if we fall

I think they'll catch us dreaming again