Golden Radiance met in Reflection
Penetrating all areas of Infection
The warmth and the love of Affection
Altering Perception, Mirrored Perfection.

Silver Light, Pacifying
Little Child, I see you crying
Silver Eyes Dancing Rain
Droplets of life: escaping the Vain.

Though like a Vine you Tilt.
Though like a Flower you Wilt.
My Will is Endogenous.
The Light of my Soul is growing within.

And as I lift your spirits, With my Consolation
My Comfort grows in you to hold your weight.
My little Blue Spirit, what shall you create?
In the Nous, that is your Space?

My little Blue Sun, what shall you create?

Your Dawn of Dreams awaits.

I remember a time back in elementary school when we would get golden stars for being good. Sometimes I feel like we are awarded with far too much, especially during childhood. However now that I am inching towards adulthood, I long for the acknowledgement and glory of those shimmering stickers. Some form of praise, a prize, a little bit of nostalgia.

I've learned to miss those golden stars.

Sometimes you need a praise. Sometimes you really need someone to say "You are doing great!" just so you can keep moving forward. Sometimes a bonus or good mark just doesn't cut it. I can't remember how I used to shine. I can't tell if I've lost the luster I once wore.

Sometimes you just need those golden stars.

A man and a woman can art
their most secret way through  
from a speck of dust to heaven.

Or they can walk the walks together
living the daily hourglass ever closer.
But only to fall apart in the end
without finding an edge for themselves!

It can do heaven descends in dust
or not even in the gold it's never found.

soft off-white pages,
velvet leather spine,
wrapped in cloths of silk,
with edges, gold inlined

My knight does not need to be
in shining armor,
nor blessed with prestige
or countless honor.

It only needs to be you,
someone who could wield
a sword, respectable enough
to be able to strike a heart of gold.

Love's, but a *** of fool’s gold
It has you captivated and excited about finding something valuable, then you wake up, and find that it's but just a fake. It can stab you in the back and hurt worse than a stake. Love is, but a *** of fool’s gold you may find and behold. But remember it's just a *** of fool’s gold.

Everytime they told me I wasn't enough
I believed them
But now I'm full of all the things they wish they could tease
I have gold running through my veins and passion on my tongue

Words no longer cut me