grasp the grapes and wipe your face with stuff that's made of stars
a vaild point, a fleetless fight, a concept that will soon take flight
some jumbled words and no known walls and stairs of ups and downs
a milky way or chocolate days or tea that's filled with glittered haze
a bridge in here, a clear road there, a ribbon tied with auburn hair
so run and skip, a beat or two, and slip and fall into my dreams
an ocean wide, a troubled night, a river knitted with no seams
and walk upon the mountains that are not there, nor are here
with peakless tips and distant tops and rows of rose and wheat
the sun sets into flowers, and the moons rise from your feet
a bird is heard as cats unearth treasures of diamond tears
with rubies, gold, some washed-up mold, and blue aquamarines
then step inside a sphere of things and glowy strings and shades of spring
a willow sings, a sparrow's wing, a queen that turns into a king
few apples peeled with strange appeals, you're fed with all its red
a dance, a twirl, a kiss that whirls your heart into a thread
beside the things that would reside is miles of thought and unheard cries
wishes upon the little lives that live inside your own insides
you pause and flip, then turn into a shadow that is soon undone
your pillow slips, your bed gives up, and sleeps away to setting suns
