I want to die in a beautiful dream where the women frolic amongst the snow covered music and worry isn't a feeling. <br />I want no money for it's value doesn't exist. <br />I want bountiful delicacies and compassion. <br />I want to see the sun burn out and the ocean fly. <br />I want to hear a lifelong song of guitar solos, transient sitar, piano words, and violin emotions. <br />I want to taste the sweet lips of another after relishing in mint ice cream. <br />I want to feel my blood flow through my bones and my skin lift from my thoughts. <br /> <br />Oh wait...I just did. <br /> <br />This life is always a great dream compared to none.<br /><br />Mike Ski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smeard-dreams/
