On golden fields
your painting so vivid
vibrant
bespattered
far and wide
burgeoning with hope and cheer
and mine eyes behold
Your orchestra
performing
a beautiful golden-yellow symphony
trumpets trumpeting
powerful
intense
sometimes a little boastful
perhaps even narcissistic
and mine ears respect
Across your gilded seas
the bells toll
heralding new beginnings
composed
in unison
together
but not
wandering lonely
silently drowning in unrequited pleas
forever holding faith
and I, your witness