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.
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