Literature
Gold Leaf
I am alight, with love,
Fabled leaves have turned to gold,
With stacks of coins at their roots;
I am drawing a blank.
I lie my head in your lap,
As we sit beneath the eaves,
Dreaming of another world...
One where we can be together
Without fear or problems or worry,
A place where only peace lives...
We remain here until
Gilded foliage parts, showing us the way,
Running by the tarnished lakeside,
That mirrors ancient lore...
The only way out...
Is through.
Through the past,
Into the forest
Where your soul awaits,
Yet somehow, I know...
I will never find you.