My Eyes, Your Dream

From my vision came your dreams Burning out like the boiling colourless steam With a sweet flavour of the white vanilla cream Playing on in auto, like the unstoppable theatre film dripping out of my orbits, like beam Behold the great beautiful trim That which cleanse away all the grim Your aim to be able to kill the squirrel hake It still stays in my vision in hale Gushing with such gusto, never pale