The silver in the gorge is splashing green;
Quick, catch those rays with nets of disbelief.
Ride the unicorn in flight with me (what if
I fall? Will you, too, fall with me?) and mean
Each word you say. Around your throat I lean,
A chain of words and song. Pearl. Ruby. Leaf.
Watch: angels drinking in their founts of grief.
The shimmering breeze enchants all sights we’ve seen:
Now sleep! oh, sleep; because it is in dream
That these realities we habit seem
To fall apart. Distract yourself with glee,
Futilely lash against the storm of day—
Is there a chance we might yet break away?
(What if I fall? Will you, too, fall with me?)