Dream Weaver
weave my dreams
of sea and salt
honey and steel
wine & barleycorn malts
candles and diamond door handles
Welcome, you are a most
invited guest
I see you wearing sandals
and silk
Raju bathes your feet
in honey and milk
He is a brahmin cook
He never eats meat
but he knows how to prepare
food fit for a king's feast
come to the table and
sit on satin pillows of paisley
and in the candle light
we'll sift through the haze
till dawn and maybe weave
a dream

the apache kid