Anything by Joanna Newsom. Here’s one in particular, from “Emily”:
And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky’d been breathing on a mirror.
And this, from “Love Song of the Fly” by Mirah:
Oh why do you despise me?
Only criticize me?
your wrath collides with the love that resides
in kaleidoscope eyes
care you not for my speed and bravery?
you only think me base and dirty
but I love you still darling
multiplying in my eyes