“Senorita where your dreams right now I ask myself”

 

I shook my head as I remembered in my patterned mushroomed helmet as I drove off

 

Of the special half – squared baked loafy ideas that had died from several bullets

 

I dreamt when I was just seven of being a ballerina in fiery stars in a sequined world

 

But all I had was a postcard decorated in marbled gold and love tokens hidden in my stockings

 

I dreamt when I was a strong-minded twenty of being a billionaire and superstar

 

But all I had was stars in my twinkling eye just swallowing the heartache of failure

 

I dreamt when I was thirty of being a super mum in a continuous holiday mood

 

But all I had was a dream squashed as my children went into social nominal care

 

I dreamt when I was forty of recovering my youth and spitting out the dirty wrinkly ideas

 

But all I had was a dream re knitted in the warmest glow of sparkling love and tender care

 

So when I was fifty I decided to dream of reaching out to others and fulfilling their delicious dreams

 

I remembered no toxic smell to draw me into a false sense of the past or vivid nightmare paintings

 

I remembered inspirational paintings and romantic smells that ushered me into a golden future

 

Such as the gorgeous sunflowers of Van Gough and the rosy smell of the queen of the night

 

And now I am sixty one I dream of living in a magical island far away from the disturbing crowd

 

I dream of peace radiating into our inner beings and then like an automated billing machine

 

Bringing world love and energy in pendulum swings of political imbalance in the universe

 

How I dream that war on religion will disappear like a mirage does on a hot summer day

 

How I dream that the war on poverty will be erased from the politics of tomorrow

 

And so I dream one day not to live forever but for my matured dreams to come to live a life