the sun keeps rising
your voice keeps calling
the sky keeps falling
into the heart of gold

the hammer beats
it into leaves
scattering onto mirrors
wet on the street

the song on repeat
needle skips a beat
gold dust on my fingers
clouds beneath my feet

there’s too much now
all pink and yellow
raining petals
as above so below

© Psyche Marks 2018

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