into a city beyond

 

I have been in a dream of being a bubble machine

churning ideas that stand up

entering the scene is me driving toy soldiers

up a mountain and across the top

to a spot where water gushes

nourishing all as we grab so more

then I a wake from a sleep

blowing bubbles of men in parachutes

ironic to see vivid picture and better planting my seed

each time I think these are my children

borne from my thoughts and words matter

into a city beyond the bound earth

into the light as the  Sun swoons

yes its me art baby blue

bringing forth each tidbit morsel truth

all for a smile and a pretty you