Golden

Day burns bright in glistening sparkle upon the mind

every gaze a glorious feast to celebrate

when the soul awakes to find beauty among each tale of light.

Finding gems in the auras of discarded radiance

old dilapidated buildings once cold, become inviting,

as the world erupts into a splendorous labyrinth of gardens

inhaling the textures, scents and sounds once ignored

ghosts of lost labors speaking in rusted out old buckets

lying on the ground of an abandoned house

liter even uttering its own legends of abandonment

all wrapped in the brain as a interpretive, burning scroll.

 

Cruel and grumpy goblins of fleeting encounters, turn to angels in the heart,

creation unfolds in caresses of vibrant awe with concrete and steel become art works,

embracing even that haggard and ragged man with the cardboard sign

with a precious sense of respect for all creation.

Life retires from the habit of addictive indifference

hands reach out to drape a new dawn upon the pleading mesh of suffering humanity,

when there is treasure seen beyond a pocket book,

moments touched as the quintessence of richness, cherished as golden.