The Sweet Need to Dream

by Jerry Ratch

We all ache for the 

Purple storm that's said to 

Smear its finger in the one 

True place our soul resides  

On the road to delicate love 

Rising in the summer blood 


And the raw shadows 

Behind lust make a woman 

Heave in the Garden 

While listening intently to 

All that's been told her 

About the end of the world 


Just don't crush the 

Sweet need to dream 

About diamonds 

If you've never even felt 

The enormous shadow of one 

On your finger