Scuba Dive in Stars
Every morning I wear scuba gear
to breakfast and feed rich on clouds.
I sit and watch shadows
deep sea dive
plunge into emerald reef
swim in white pool of stars.
White clouds melt sweet on tongue
and the wind whispers soft a song.
The old oak creaks and waves its arms
green hills blossom bells bright purple gloves.
You are a silver gazelle.
I am a fiery impala.
And we are magnificent, our lives
sparkle like diamonds.
In the orange night
high up in garden palaces
we eat sardines and sip schnapps .
We talk like loud fighter planes
while the world watches without ears
we imagine life or what it may have been
out in endless plains, the dessert sun turns black.