Chrysopoeia

She begged me "be careful, 'cause this is a dream,

And this is the happiest you'll ever be

And if you lose it now, you know I won't be

Here when you wake up"

I tightened my fists and I clenched down my teeth,

Repeating to myself "you know what you've seen,

And if your rationale should fail you, oh, just trust it how it seems."

It became too much to satisfy,

The pressure just to see you alive one last time

To fold it into shapes we'd all recognize

And I could keep it up if my palms would stay dry.