The Reflection

The world moves in a flow
Like a trapesze artist over the bow
There are ebbs and paths
As we sing along

A place remains in our heart
We awaken to a new beginning
November sets a caring tone
Content to sleep, the work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

While lying I dream of electronic sheep
I saw the rainbow arch span the sky,
The golden rays burning the frozen sun
As the snow swept by.