Poemander

I'll meet you in the time that hasn't come.

I sought you in the rain that hasn't fallen.

Unsplattered droplets undiscerning chime

In melodies unstrung from notes unstolen.

I'll see you on the cusp of stranded dreams,

On foggy foreshore with sand untrodden.

We'll mount the unbridled winds

And gallop in the dawn rye whiskey-sodden.

Oh, where in hell have not we broken through?

So why on earth shall not we blaze through heaven?

I lit the wick of dazing dreams come true,

We're shooting stars, we braze the night-

Sweet dreams to those who's staying.

Who has the courage may they walk alone,

We have the might in last tribute to human fever.

Inside the shrouds of condensed smoke

I'll burn each word left gibbeted down by the river.