Treasure

All gold does not glitter. See our masses gliding, submerging heartache In the valley's core, Revealing talent and true devotion, A wayward northern star on the run. Bound for epitome dreaming, Loaded inside a talons gun. Stagger and rapture in the searching headland. Bold and with so much feeling, Look inside the dust. Bystanders screaming , Feel without trepidation, Every mile seen for what you are. Shadows play, Untold pleasures ricochet. Streams disperse into lakes, Endless possibilities... Dreams reach finite endings. Hold onto your dreams. Fallout in stars that echo Blues, greens, reds and purple Isis glows.