Your diamonds are dust

and your gold mere gilt as your 

temple walls collapse 

Dreams' reality 

more vivid than life unspools

unspoken thoughts, truths 

Link hands and shout; let

them send their worst to try and 

break our steely bonds

Blow your horn for the

angels, Sonny, and give them 

the thrill you gave us 

 

A raindrop down your back 

let's you know you're still alive 

and nature is at play 

"The world is burning

so why not have some fun?" they

asked, grinning madly 

Pin hopes on clover,

dandelions, and daisies, til 

winter comes again