Golden is the colour of the night bathed in lights
Of the dark tarmac shining under headlights
Golden is the dream I dream of you in the darkest of nights
Of your smooth words whispered in my ears before far "Goodnights"

Golden is the last intoxicating, swirling sip on my fingertip
Golden the warmth that spreads to every end, every tip
Golden, the liquid luck that gives my heart fillip
Golden, even the white lies that spill from your lip

Golden is the carpet in which I curl my toes
Golden the courage that fills me as I reach up to you on tiptoes
Golden butterflies aflutter within me as you bend low
Golden the soulful strains of a song so slow

Golden the starlight from the star I wished upon
Golden the face of the curious moon trying to catch on
Golden the binds of the curtain that unfurl
Keeping our secret safe.