someday I'll get higher than life itself and all the whimpering willows and giggling nymphs will surround me and perform their water dances as I purify the fallen river with light rays of silver that extend longingly from my fingertips, and the green of the sky will wave a hasty goodbye as the darkness fades into the sun, and the little brown shoes of the musical fairies get lost in the swaying fields of devotion, making a home among other dreams lost or forgotten in the days past, but they feed and flow into this river of mine and serve as nutrition for the rays to align, aligning in purpose and star-dusted as gold.