Surrealism

I'd stand on
My own shoulders and
Try to grab my feelings
From the clouds.
I long to hold Compassion
In my own hands
And rock it to sleep.
When it wakes up,
We can play catch
With the earth.
We'll play hide and seek
Between milky ways,
Dodging stars that
Don't compare to your eyes.
Father time yells, "Noon!"
And we'll munch on
The sweet notes made
From the beat of my
Own drum.
We can invite Happiness
And let Oblivion get
Some fresh air.
Wake me up from my mid-day nap
So we may take pictures
Of our funny faces
And rest on a hammock
Woven from the strings
Of our good karma.
Breathe on me a breath
Of tangy kisses
That make the sides of my tongue giggle
And my skin reach up for more.
I'll fall asleep and sweetly dream
Of the moment when
This day will become
My reality.