beyond and before

sparkling trees of silver foam

cast shadows soft in winter's home

swaying branches breaking sound

in lonely forests trembling ground. masquerading leaves of blue

run circles round the morning dew

in patterns understood by you

reaching out beyond and before

time like gold dust brings mind down

to levels hidden underground

say a few words to the wind

that's all thats left of winters friend. reaching the snow

in the days of the cold

casting a spell out of ice

now that your gone

the summers too long

and it seems like the end of my life

reaching out beyond and before

time like gold dust brings mind down

time like gold dust brings mind down