a dream

"a soft cry, a song. You can hear, afar in the woods and the old carved stones. The books open, the words are written, like the roses bloom and the broken filters. People die are reborn , a cruelty as disgusting as the dawn that crawls up the walls of this earth you watch over and it scares the people with sadness and loss of eyesight and loner. A stone you turn, an angel upcome your shoulder it pats and it's wings it hugs around you, every single feather perfection it reflects, like your calm and serious eyes that a story they tell."