Sometimes

Sometimes I was dreaming,

and I jumped over the clouds

steps lightly.

Cloudy rise

many different statues

one of them, Peter Pan

points out, and the time

whispers above what what

terrestrial. Today

I am yours, tomorrow

it is always a new day,

then maybe you disappear from me

every shred of reason?

I'm not in love

I still love you.

Perhaps a love poem

beautiful you write?

Perhaps you are not at all

my man, and I

not a fairy. For a moment

I can be hazy light

fairy kind.

Nano Seconds I

not really your woman.

Peter Pan maybe you are

like a butterfly, and the following

flowers per move

by plane?

I am not a

invisible fairy,

I am sometimes very

living, and lustful woman.