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Golden
"Because you need no explanation:
Only Heaven knows
the justification
for your beauty."
The marriage of Seasons
holds the years in place.
A balance is struck
between Sun and Moon.
As one
fades from foresight,
and the other
pours a chalice of glow
tenderly
over the skies.
Subdued,
two lovers
vaporize into lullabies
between
the white-noised
s a
t i
t c
that a TV screen displays:
Flickers abound
as black and white dots
dance blindingly rapid
amidst each other,
emphatic.
Don't know what you do to me,
but I am submissive
to its charm.
Tuned into my following thought
before it is even
channeled into a move.
But it feels
like silver-dawned Septembers
being watched
from a floating porch
in the middle of the sea.
And I kneel
before the oceanic mist
to taste
the wetness
of your coming breeze.
Prophetic.
In a land so riddled
with alluring cosmetics,
I am offered a basic acre
of your hope,
your hand,
and your favor.
And don't think
I'm not well aware
of all that you do for me.
But like glass
I can only be shone through
and reflect a sparkle
of the thought I've been
put into.
Inspired.
Breath,
Light
enter my chest.
Mix,
mesh,
form
as I exhale
stardust
just like you...
We are golden.
