golden god rays bound my hand

whats flying high can quick crash land

you cut these ropes, you take a chance

the water rises, yet still we dance

weather swept away or soaring high

you never know when comes goodbye

weather chance or fate, we never know

sometimes our truest colors can stop the show.

the gardens green

whats buried is seen

the butterflies which gather embrace me like a dream

the golden rays surround my space

mealting off my second face

the breeze which blows wispers all it knows

dismisses all my foes

eases all my woes….