Crisp broke the rich, hard flesh against my teeth,
Gorgeous sugary pulp beneath that ruby skin
Breaking in beauteous sensation as I chewed,
Eyes rolling back in my head for the pleasure brewed
By the opiate flowers and fruit of this valley,
The deal finally made.
Now I walk with my flock, shepherding them from here
To there, all abouts, writing my poetry and singing
Loud and in far places to all who will hear of that place,
The secretly kept valley to be found in hills everywhere,
If one has only a guide, and the will to reach there.
The valley procured me in trade for pain as a prophet,
And I demurred only barely, willing to accept
What was offered to me with barely a pause,
Happy to enter into the dark covenant which has served
My spirit so well, and although I must return ever and anon,
I worry not.
Even my shadow is terrified of the dark
Within me nowadays, and I wonder not for
The understanding and peace I have gained,
Dispelled by that opiate bittersweet colourless,
My ruby fruit broken hesitation to embrace the darkness.
Let the dark in, and let me tell you
Of a place where the sunshine on green hills
And red fruit is the least of all wonders to behold,
Where dreams and desires may all be realised,
If you will let me tell you of the valley
Of colourless dreams.