day 37

Seeking:

I am willing to pay cab fares

across Atlantic oceans and Red seas

no bridges

Contact the dreamers

Count sheep until this impossible task proves possible

The dreamers have a reputation for dreaming with eyes open

Thinking of foolish unpractical love schemes

They paint nurseries yellow.

Virgin yellow.

There is a price to pay

for erasing memories and yearning innocence

Dreamers surgically remove nightmares

They dream with glossy eyes staring

One eye on virgin yellow sunrises

and one eye on naive love children

We are all lost here

Tattoo compass ink onto my hands

New lover,

hold me

Guide me North in East hurricane winds

and South in West monsoon tears

We are all in need of dreaming yellow sunrises

especially me

but let go of my hands

when my past lover is dragging me backward

Reversing into a parallel universe

of broken utopia

It is still virgin yellow there

but the forecast reads foolish love schemes

That house I grew up in

has lead paint

It was painted yellow in the nursery.

I could see the Red sea through my bedroom window

it reflected see-through rose colored pupils

I am teaching children to love cab fares

To love trading virgin yellow sunrises

for foolish yellow cab one night journeys to Atlantic ocean mysteries
They exchange innocence for being familiarly lost

New lover

hold me

Guide me East in North tropical blizzards

and West in South thunderstorm droughts

But be ready to let me go

when virgin yellow melodies get mistaken for foolish unpractical love schemes

I am all lost here

and not awake

Contact the dreamers 

Count sheep with me until this impossible task proves possible