Slowly…
Then all at once:
taken away by Sleep’s arms
into a misty Dreamland.
Swirling around in your whirlpooling eyes,
trying to paddle to your Island treasure chest
with a beating gold inside.
Caught and sucked in
by this sandstorm of emotions.
It stings me all over;
it’s a pain I don’t mind.
Voodoo dreams:
I cannot control –
it’s you, all you.

The wind in this Dreamboat sail
sucks me towards your epicentre.
Waking hours,
and sleeping ones too:
all I see is you…
Voodoo dreams!
You’re so surreal, so it seems.
Awake or asleep;
you’re everywhere.
And I love to just stare.