from the green gold

[fledgist]

shadows and memories are all we know
the gold has been subsumed into the past
a wriggling lure into the stream been cast
for in the silence many dreams will go
and flowers pray to bend to rain's hard blow
the earth is fertilized by lightning blast
but we keep nothing all goes by so fast
our dream and our desire can't make things so
leave but a minute and the world has changed
beyond what we imagine or we'd dare
but life takes many forms just to deceive
yet if we say it we'd be called deranged
there's magic in the water and the air
and we can tap it or so we believe