Slumber under lullabies, Then things that smell so sweet. The woman of your dreams came by and said you were asleep.
My consciousness is a lighthouse and my mind the ship. There is no fog, I can see the coast and I am on auto-pilot. The shiny metal pilot drives on the highway or does paperwork at the factory or writes a check for the rent. But the fog settles on the water, they are reunited […]