Disappearience

Oh, to dance with that morning jester Fumbling through scenes Of disintegrating dreams, Until we arrive at a little bridge— Stopping for a moment. To gaze upon your sparkling water Only to disappear— To slip through your weary grasp Crumbling to sense. Here’s to the new day! Who’s been calling all along— “Wouldn’t you like to join me?” Oh no, not quite yet But I’ll be back for sure. Don’t wait up! I know you won’t. Building correct And stacking back Into this wave Of color crystals.