you think
your future
lies
in who
you are
friend,
there is
a greater gift
than that
the joy
of the note
is to be
the music
the joy
of the drop,
the fountain
all destiny
is in
the disappearance
now
you’re clutching
water
river calls
you push at
the air
that’s begging you
to breathe
you are
a tide pool
screaming at the
ocean
“don’t come here”
a rainbow
thinking
what a clever
and colorful
fellow I am
no wonder you are afraid
of time
you’re prospecting
a meager
claim
while fending
off the night
with your ancient wealth
surrender
to the night
and be
the gold