Silver Dream Machine - by Gilly Smith

written - [Autumn 2010].

Curves of silken touch
Oh you may break my back,
For it’s an understanding of slow reality
that we truly lack.

I have no fear of  injury
as I feel you quake,
I have no fear of mortality
or a slight mistake.

I have no understanding that
I could truly die,
I just like to watch the world melt
as I thunder by.

As we travel time and space,
we leave behind the human race,
I love your rhythm and your grace……

Oh how I hate to leave you
and return to my normal life,
For you could never bore me
like a mortal wife.

Now that the liaison’s over
and our deed is done,
I listen to you resting and sighing in the sun.

That’s when my senses fire as I remember you……

Roaring thunder,
quaking speed,
I need you more,
you are my greed!

Calm, content and purring now,
still and quite serene………………

You are my secret passion