Drunken Dreams Poem by Saul Palti

I had visions of a better world
gold emerald blasts over head
the drunken knight is a silver
metal robe telling tails underneath

he brings me the morning bright
sunshine form the overhead sky
housed by riches in lock and key
her blouse is easily undone

sounds of engines ring over
days spent in vein memories
gone in a whisper less moment
tall and dark and handsome

I took her to my dream
falling in love over and over
again with no one to blame
but myself for being selfish