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
while the
river calls

you push at
the air
that's begging you
to breathe

you are
a tidepool
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

the nighttime is alive
with your ancient wealth

surrender
to the night
and be
the gold