The Rose Gold Lake

Novel mission move my heart

Touch of the rose gold lake 

Point me to narrative art 

By soft drifts 

On a clear road of discovery 

I am woven 

By Curiosity‘s yarns of the vintage silken heart.

Gold feathers floating in platinum pools

Lead dreams of sanguine sand castles 

For me to mirror invisible sapphire flames 

Names level folds of great visionary corners

I am brewed 

By deep depths of souls silver reflections 

Life again is embalmed in stars of love.

The pain of perfumed seas 

Set forth majestic illumination 

Like seeds 

In a spell of magnetic dictating dead impulses 

In deep optimism and myriad shades of departed love 

I flow with it 

where bounds are mirages and love woven anew.