May the world stop to listen;

critiqued hatred be my mission.

I could speak the road ahead

and lead me past my vision

I could lie a river flowing

and dear fountain ever growing,

be my air I drink

my water I breathe

be my light I speak

my words I see

Shower me with words,

shower me with love

rain on my parade

a rain of air enough

to breathe a final breath

to walk away stone set

to dive into the rainbow

and drown in the sunset

of your reflection

my dearest fountain

of your shimmering glow

of my shimmering end.