First picture: http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/bob-dylan-artwork-go-view-217297 Second picture : my drawing

Sometimes I dream of sunshine,
but not often.

Last night Bob Dylan appeared,
riding on soft marshmallow clouds…..
a contrived visual modality.

“Bob Dylan? What are you doing here” said I.

As the night unfolded….. there was a quest to write and dream.

And as the clouds left
Bob told me

“You know… this world is ours, all of ours…
but is run by people who never listen to music, anyway”

With that the dream drifted away,
like a bottle on a journey.
So empty to be.