Daydream

Pouring buttermilk from my empty head
over tiers of teacups
I reside beneath a painted portrait
drawn by the sky's lamprey-like,
nimble cumuli
I reside a solo silohouette at the foot of
julip tree.
Stuffing my pipe for a twilight tribute
my ears wander west to the
old mutton mistresses singing "Pastorale" on the hillside
Pulling my brim below my eyes
bellowing silk streams to ride
the tide.
heaved into the heavens
form falling with the night
to yield to Venus' calming light