Creative Challenge: Golden

 

I look at the Creative Challenge and simply sigh

That I have this golden chance and know not why.

This challenge might be the most difficult yet

That in golden letters it should be set.

Not knowing the ending I must make a start

With golden promises that, are in my heart.

Shall I tell of an angel in a golden bed of glory

Then in gold clasps lock in the golden story?

Should I speak of the one of my truest desire?

Her fleece to be touched as dangerous golden fire.

The touch of her lips leaves me feverishly hot

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not.

As when the golden sun salutes the morn

With silken coats and golden rings to adorn.

Her hand in mine sends tremors through my very bones

Her golden touch could soften steel and stones

Her golden voice, from a golden era is a target

And that's the golden mark I seek to hit.

 

© Tim D. Culey -2013-

 

Perhaps the Tremeloes said it best.