electric forest date

We stood in an electric forest

a chorus, an octet, an amnestic florist, two Taurus, licorice, and you in epaulettes,
I know you dream of a world where we get paid in good sunsets

would you be different if I observed you with less reserved views sans encompass?
could you accompany me by the fluorescent fungus, I brought with me anti depressant crumpets
Oh, and please Monsieur we were lured here from the trumpets
we love the fairies and their adolescent fun bits 

sans senescent they play forever innocent in a way we enjoy our dinner in a craze,
then perambulate and delay treating the forest as a maze

Bubble POP (lucid dream #17)

we shared a dream,
and I woke up to our laughter

it was serendipitous with gleam,
with flashes of alabaster

details of pastel showed around the perimeter of each sphere as they popped faster,
becoming repetitious but sought after,
a fugue played to our good mood projecting like a pilaster

the arboretum in the valley

I hallucinate us walking in esteem through the arboretum in the valley in a dream
ecstatic to show you the view of rows of bushes of mixed color schemes, along with the many other things

we stop to sit in the grass and rejuvenate quite fast from the raspberry lemonade I’ve poured in our glass
then a shift of my eyes and the quick improvise has passed…

we’ll walk again when my mind wonders where I left you last