reasons float by

invoked by the golden harp playing pure from the heart of a sweet sighing word the word was of life becoming fluid blue it shifted into rivers over sunny stones reflecting the tree branches and bones where the dipper sings a joyous truth the gentle river becomes a stream twisted around many roots of green covered in moss fabric thick easy and old the life expounds into creative songs so we sing them as they form a muse strange or basic elements from the deep pain could bring the days of our youth clear from the river of life dreams become a vision glowing in the field of a blind healing white so caring and straight to the point of an arrow being shot over mountain ranges of danger landing in my chest with the force of the wind where it begins emotion flowing oceans almost quiet in its forming still movement to suddenly make the note on strings of gold reasons float by and can't be quite sure invoked by the golden harp playing pure