You fell into the dream when you woke in Madrid,
And at you fingers, your identity, time, and reality melted.
The world watches an immortal imagination of a genius,
Forming and freezing, forever, your work enlightens us.
You lead forms from being laws to clay in your hands,
Stilted-legged elephants pose in your mind on desert sands.
But as the paintbrush falls as you release your clutches,
Your dream world will live on non dependent on its crutches.
Because as you close your eyes for the last time to sleep,
The surreal dreams on canvases forever dream so deep.
poem dedicated to Salvador Dali for a school english assignment as I recall.