by Jeph Johnson
Streaming golden hair
Flows gently in the wind,
Your eyes look up,
So tranquil green
And invite me to come in.
In my dreams
Sometimes I'm flying,
Then I fall down to the ground.
Black and white and silent
Like a zebra, with no sound.
Your lips so bright and smiling
A new red lipstick hue.
I only dream in color
When dreaming of you.