I slept till noon
Not often that I do
I rolled over, to dream
Of oceans green and blue
In debt to the song of Brigadoon
Now I think of you
I lay here, to daydream
Of sands and seas
Seas of green and blue
We met in my bedroom
A smile, a handshake too
I sat unsteady; ready to lean
On crates of green and blue
We let the talk turn to magic mushrooms
Now and again I think of you
I lay here, to daydream
Of Babylon, of a cut in silk and bees
The bees of green and blue
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