There was a rich gold thread,

which lay interwoven into the smooth texture of this dream

With cotton of humility

I set about altering the blurred outer imagery

Strains of a distant violin

oiled the liquid skies

With laser precision

I decoded Mozart's limerick 

To touch the leaf,

was to run your hand over Cleopatra's exposed breast

I breathed through my arousal

the moist foliage in my palm

Only one proud oak tree

the shadow of which, was Einstein's mind

I let the umbrage of genius

shade my curious brow