Gilded Gold
Laying there languidly barely caressed by the sweet wind swirling around your ears and in and out of the baby hairs on your arm lifting a few long hairs from your head, dancing across your face the sun is gilding you with golden brown sugar dripping down from its rays slowly slowly you close your eyes and let go. it's that feeling some people try to force with anything they can pure bliss warm, gilded gold. you hear the sweet wind fluttering each leaf sounding like maracas the birds just small creatures who know nothing else but those leaves one songbird calls calmly to his mate who echos him they let each other know where they are never too far from one another always close enough to echo it's not a song of desperation or a lost, hollow cry for help they're warmed in gilded, dripping gold from the sun. i will always echo you i'll always be close enough to hear you call out for me.