Morning Falls

The sky wears a veil of ash and gold
A fleeting glow where stories unfold
The trees sway like they know the truth
Their branches bend
Their roots uncouth

The night holds secrets it won't confide
But I see them flicker
I feel them collide

Run with the stars
Where the wild winds go
Chasing a flame
Something we can't hold
The fleeting glow
It pulls
It calls
Like a dream that slips as the morning falls

The earth breathes slow
Its chest of stone
The rivers carve paths where time has flown
I hear the ground speak in muted tones
Its voice is low
But it chills my bones

Oh
The fleeting glow
It's never still
It climbs the hills
It bends the will
A phantom touch
A golden thread
It weaves the dreams that we all dread

Run with the stars
Where the wild winds go
Chasing a flame
Something we can't hold
The fleeting glow
It pulls
It calls
Like a dream that slips as the morning falls