I couldn't chase the feel of fondling
That arose as the misty morn kept me
In bed under covers chasing dreams
For the first time in a long while

Thoughts swam around in my brain juices
And played with the palpitating patterns of
My imagination which ran rampant in riotous
Colors, as I felt an intensity ignite my id

Magical motions ministered with devotion
From some enchanting unseen apparition
There ensued a delightful labyrnthine dance
So serpentine my brain was entranced

Who would believe that an ordinary daydream
Could become one of wild, whimsical play
That by the time it was over I was floating
On a cloud, and you were calling to me 
Asking for directions on how to get here

etw-2005