i see unicorns riding out to the pavillion
on the hilltops of my imagination
when i close my eyes enfolded in your embrace
electricity grounded.
and we're weaving rhythms of life
from the pulse in our blood
feeling every current
that passes through this moment
that creates the next
and i'm giving over to the flow.
let synchronicity be the leader of me
following the flow whether
it leads to sea of swamp:
wherever, whatever
it's meant to be.
if the trolls escape the dungeon
i'll have to face them down,
send them back inside, or maybe
set them free
pointing towards a beautiful bridge to nowhere
where they can crash their clubs on stomps
relentlessly, in peace.