Dream Weaver
weave my dreams
of sea and salt
honey and steel
wine & barleycorn malts

Lit candles and diamond door handles
Welcome you - you are a most
invited guest
I see you are wearing sandals
and silks, groomed for a fest

On your approach
Raju our host
bathes your feet
in honey and milk

He is a Brahmin cook
by trade
He never eats meat
but he knows how to prepare
food fit for a royal feast

So come to the table and
sit on satin pillows
of paisley design
and in the candle light
we'll sift through the haze

Until dawn and maybe weave
a dream on our loom
beside the jungle room
in our enchanted
garden maze

the apache kid