Plans

Roses and dancing were dreams
Dreams fresh as a glaze of water
Over leaves in the morning sunshine
You turned them gold
To priceless birds
Out of a cold cage
Escaped

And gold was silver on my finger
I was a rose and you danced
Swirls and twirls
Fantastical maybe
But happiness is happiness
When you are laughing

So birds flew on
Priceless to priceless sun
And you stopped dancing

Golden dreams to dust
Not even gold dust anymore
But black and covering
My face full
Birds fall from the sky
Cracking necks dead on the road
The cracked, grey road to nowhere I'm going

And now my only chance
Is a rose
And a dance