My latest five-line original poem, as inspired partly by true life and partly by the beauty of this song:
Saturn’s Rings
in the dreamscape, you still exist alongside the nonsensical,
like how a murder of crows will swoop in through my eyeballs
and exit out of a carnival caravan heading to the rings of
Saturn and the universe will collapse into a card in my back pocket
wishing you, us, a happy anniversary and many more.
Milam's Musings 