Reach out,

Reach out,

Touch time

Before the night bell

Brings internment

To an end

In a splinter

Of forgetfulness

A spray of salty tears

A swoon of night

Dust

Kick me down

Hard on the heels

Of a stampede

Displaced

Are the Unicorns

Breaking for the hills

Catch me

Along the way

I will be flying

Rescue

Is a rarely

Proven fact

Even upon

Meeting

There is

An ache

Of farewell.