I dreamed of the perfect place too live last night

Grand and beautiful - the main room a high dome. Half grass-carpeted sun room with glass walls and ceiling... The other half a kitchenette under vaulted roof of masonry. Doors lead to a spacious studio bedroom, scattered art and half forgotten projects, as if mid-motion, stillness crept in, and stayed.

The place is surrounded by huge, green vegetation,
angles of the dwelling, graceful with Elvin geometry...
but the stonework has the solidity and timeless grandure
of Classical architecture.

Dusty floors and candle light
the night birds and crickets singing as I lay
gazing at the stars, and
During the fine spring light of the afternoon
taking tea with the masters

Two days stretch to twenty without a word
but they are full and juicy and tangible...
mixed up in the roles of gods and earthworms

To Peace, my friends, and happiness.

amidst the sprinkles of morning dew
I see you...
running wild with the chickadees

a blade of grass pierces my nose
but I will not move
for you are not like the rest
you are altogether more delicious

I am in my prime element
watching you there in front of me
so delicate and sublime

and in that perfect moment
I pounce like an egyptian god and you are caught!