By the Shores of Malachite

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Upon the shores of Malachite
Next to the cobalt seas . . .

Under molten silver slivers of moonbeams
That shatter onto the crystal icing . . .

That shrouds the diamonded waterfall
Next to the golden sands of time . . .

. . . . gather the unicorns . . . .


From Neptune , Uranus , Pluto and beyond
Playfully cavorting between steel seas and
and emeralded mountains

They dance on the frozen sands left unchange
for a thousand Earth's comings . . .


But it's just a dream
A lunacy . . . a nothingness in the night

All my unicorns have taken flight
And were never really there

. . . . or were they ? . . . .

All the frozen seas are now warm Florida Keys
Under a full August moon

And the mountains ? They are impossible fears
That have faded into prairies swelling like seas

And there are no proofprints in the sands
Of time of a far away race frozen in time . . .



for thousands of years . . .