Construct my dreams
from empty champagne bottles,
corks missing;
popped into the sky
long before
intoxication
took hold.

Yes, drink in my dreams,
allow them to blur
your vision
and awaken you
from the monotony
of life.

When they shatter
on the dancefloor,
pick up the pieces
and as the broken shards
cut your skin,
think of me.

When your castle is built
from the green glass
and your head thumps
louder than your heart...
You know you are
in Paradise.

©2008 EJJ