a white golden dream ghost

           I walked within the brim of a rain soaked dream

           where leaves would change and range in between

           like drains dripping fog feeling clear of the coins

           rolling along this temporary rubber tire torn

           it bounced through the softest pine needle path

           simple and sounding quiet as gray still breath

           that was held at the anticipation of a deer nearbye

           I approached the door of what could easily be heaven

           met by a lion in question of a sword expectation

           he opened his jaw for me to walk into flesh fear

           as it closed I felt awestruck by a red rose hip luck

           when a forest edge view explained of something new

           falling cascades of rain clogging logs at the crest

           so amazed and excited I fogged up my chest

           with the last of a white golden dream ghost breath 

           I leaned my head out to jump into the sacred pool

           when a hand on my shoulder warned cruel of the green

           as I walked within the brim of a rain soaked dream