a wasatch path

a wasatch path rolls along to catch joy turning through the gaining elevation changing my mind into a blue and purple eye past the sounds of city lights and doom the trail twists and turns far away over mistakes placed by the hand that awaits further notice these moments fall like diamonds from the sky they challenge the questions and reasons why with rustling leaves on the breeze soon to begin the counted wheels turn stumble and descend poised for the badge of courage pinned on men who joined in the balance of eternity motioning fast under the golden grave of life placed by themselves little glowing elves drank honeydew from a rose petal moist ancient wood had fallen at just the right time where no human turns to see what bonds the forest steep or gently crawls beneath their own precious bouncing feet this path just keeps rolling along with amazing pure joy arrows shot love into a broken heart about to face a hole in outer space where archangels and devils are amount their horses lost riding parallel colors blue chasing a man who's choosing neither two shaking their warm hands minus the grip where crippled baking eyes drip salty tips called under the panda colored stone dry missed but forming balance with a kiss retold soldier tapes ferment the wild grapes chilling the cool autumn winds upon mountain tops jostled for what was a nimble jumping start arrows shot love into this trees broken heart