Witness the sorrows of a heart bleeding quick upon life’s featherbed. My tears will sprout pale tufted wings; my pain will cause their spread. Lifting off in flight I find my soul’s tethered to my heart, and I circle through the land of dreams that seem more works of art to sail on rainbow-colored seas and fly through cotton-candy clouds. No war, no hunger, hate or greed, just that which love allows. Repeatedly these wingéd trips tour dreams both day and night ‘til living in reality becomes a tiresome fight. So….I dip my toes in champagne seas. I play Clue with the lion and lamb. The chimpanzees all braid my hair while the toucans tap out telegrams. Why struggle to exist in truth when truth is sharp and hard? It bites at you and makes you bleed with an ice-cold disregard. I find I wish on my next flight my wings would shake and fold and I would plunge toward the ground where more than dreams explode. Instead….I’m dining with the President. I’m swimming in grape-flavored Jell-O-O. I know that I’m going to wake up again. Now I scream in an oratorio! In a nightmare painted by van Gogh Of nighttime painted death rows.