What I got to do

I got to get me one of those. A beer milkshake. Or a beer and coffee cocktail. And trace the notes of Schubert's violin compositions on a lake with stars. And make my hands one with the blessing Buddha. And sing songs of the night with elves, on a swing of lilies with amber studs. And curl up in the gentle curves of a yellow half moon. And fall into a gentle slumber, with two stars pecking my cheek. And dream of angels stroking my hair. And an invisible, gurgling laughter fills the sky. As I sleep.
And there are no nightmares.
And I wake.
And there are no nightmares.