golden springs

ringing traps just caught the face into shaming sounds of uneasy pain where moonscape dogs circle strings above the sky of starry deep blue chilling april rains split through

now you stand above the dream shapes

looking down upon the scattered scene you wonder about something a second behind it just skipped something you knew was true but instead of worrying too much about it you turn to face your feet forward again taking big giant steps into the shadows feeling confused bordering the cold edges how could this all come to be such a ghost did I miss the thought that mattered most did you feel the jagged force of wind or did it smile on your pink rosy cheeks was it the night that plays these games did I paint the image of a cross in your head could it be I'm ready to decompose death do you see the golden springs from the tree I wonder sometimes if I could really be there past the questions that stride or stumble on their own wings flew me up to a sacred mountains place ringing traps just caught the face