beyond and before

sparkling trees of silver foam, cast shadows soft in winter's home, swaying branches breaking sound, in lonely forests trembling ground. masquerading leaves of blue, run circles round the morning dew, in patterns understood by you, reaching out beyond and before, time like gold dust brings mind down, to levels hidden underground, say a few words to the wind, that's all thats left of winters friend. reaching the snow, in the days of the cold, casting a spell out of ice, now that your gone, the summers too long, and it seems like the end of my life, reaching out beyond and before, time like gold dust brings mind down, time like gold dust brings mind down